Dear Lord

Pick me. Seriously. We want a baby. We want to be parents.

I don't want to hear any crap about your mysterious ways, or about how things happen for a reason. And I SERIOUSLY do not want to hear about another 16-year-old pregnant girl. Don't pick her. She doesn't want it. Neither does her boyfriend.

We do.
Pick us.

sunday, SUNDAY, sunday

We're falling back in to the routine, which is nice. The first day or so after I got home weren't quite right. Took a little getting used to. It bothers me a little, but I suppose it's natural.

But washing machine is fixed, house is clean, fridge is full, and now we're sitting together watching football. Relaxing.

Started Clomid Round 3 yesterday. 100mg. We'll see what happens. No major travel scheduled, so I'm hoping we can at least get good temp data this month. Red-eye and overnight flights mess that up. Not to mention jet-lag.

please please please let this work
let me finally ovulate