Saturday would have been Peak +17. Yes, the day of the scandalous wedding.
Alas, yet again AF has decided to show up, ever so lightly but there nonetheless.
I talked myself down all day. I had the conflicting voices going on in my head, "It could be...Don't be silly...Well it's already 7pm and AF hasn't arrived yet...Maybe????"
I need to channel the feelings that I felt on Sunday. I need to remember that the fruits of all of the prayer and the wonderful blessings from Fr. Mike will make my dreams come true.
I will be a mother.
I don't need to despair.
But knowing this didn't stop me from breaking down. I'm so good at keeping it together, or at least seeming like I am together. I could've won an Oscar.
I have to pray harder. I have to believe more. I have to be willing to let my heart hope.
For now, I am going to order some more F.emara.
There's always next month....