But lo and behold AF arrived right on time. I mean like right exactly on time, like she was proud, at 12am on what would have been 16DPO. It was supposed to be my month. We did everything perfectly, I even had dreams of BFPs. When I woke up on 15DPO in a sweat, I was excited. Woohoo, my temperature is up! Tears dripped from my face when I realized that my temperature had actually fallen quite a bit. My body had betrayed me. I mourned another month.
I was fine until today. I have learned thus far of at least 7, yes count them 7, BFPs the past 2 weeks and today was just a breaking point. Thus begins another dip in the emotional roller coaster of TTC. I feel really guilty because I am happy for these people but my eyes have taken an unusual shade of green lately. When is it my turn? I'm not normally an envious person. I do wish these women wonderful pregnancies, I just wish I could be on the journey with them.
I'm going to be drowning my sorrow and my tears in a glass of wine tonight, because I can. All I have to console me is knowing that the Lord will not throw at me any more than I can handle. I can't say if I am being tested or not, but perhaps this is just to make me a stronger person. I have to admit that today I have felt like a very weak person.
1Cor10:13 No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear it.
