Another month, another failed attempt.
Nope, we aren’t pregnant yet.
This time, I’m not sad. This time, I didn’t cry.
I’m disappointed. I’m not going to lie. I really want this.
I’m not trying to pressure myself. I know God has other plans, maybe a baby this month isn’t the right timing. I still have faith that we are going to be blessed with a baby when the timing is right. We just have to keep trying.
For now, I have another month to enjoy our small family. I have another month to enjoy my weight and my body, finally being at “pre-prego with M” weight and body type. I have another month to enjoy M. I have another month of “normal.”