So, I've been living in approximately 29 day increments for almost the last year. Each cycle filled with hope, day dreaming, planning, and then agonizing, nail-biting, and finally disappointment. When I make future plans, like travel plans for a wedding months away, I think about how far along I will be if I get pregnant this cycle. Then I think, surely I'll be pregnant by then, right?

Today is cycle day 1. Feeling kind of numb. I'm kind of in limbo--not quite ready for the label of "infertility" and medical intervention, but not really feeling patient either.