No News Is...

not good news. I've been MIA lately, mostly because I was holding my breath for two weeks straight, but also because we've been travelling (more on that later in the week). But now that I can breathe again, I can tell you that I am definitively NOT pregnant. Bummer. I won't get into how I feel about all of that right now, since I've got to pick up Becca in a few minutes, but the plan now is to start another round of Clomid today and go from there. Since we were out of town, I haven't talked to the doc yet about specifics for this month, but generally we'll be following last month's plan again. I'm not excited about another month of pills and waiting, but SuperDad is eager to keep trying, so I'll go with it. He is such a Super Dad, after all.

So, no news isn't really bad news (we're all doing fine and life is clicking along), but it's not good news. Boo.

And so begins month 14 of attempting procreation.