We have officially moved on to our 7th month of trying for another baby.
Though I tested negative on Tuesday, I was holding onto a tiny shred of hope until my period arrived today, a day early.
Another month, gone.
I’m trying to regroup and think positively about next month.
So, this Memorial Day weekend, I’ll be indulging in all of the things that I wouldn’t be able to have if I was pregnant…
I plan to start with some lovely Cabernet while my husband grills me the biggest, juiciest, medium-rare hamburger with Gorgonzola cheese and crispy bacon on top. Maybe I’ll have a salad on the side. Or maybe not!
And I’m going to savor every bite. Because I am convinced that our day will come.
It has to.
Until then, I’m going to find joy in the little things…my beautiful children, my amazing husband, a garden blooming with gardenias, and the long Memorial Day weekend.