Update

For those of you who are keeping track, we're on to cycle three. I started my pills again last night. Merry Christmas to me. It was really hard to accept this time. With the proof of ovulation a month or so ago, it was like all our excuses for it not working were out the window. Jeremy had a hard time with it, too. He may have had an even harder time than I did although I shed my share of tears. I'm doing better again. After all, even though each new cycle comes with disappointment, it also comes with hope. The doctor said we'd try this for six months/cycles and see what happens. We've got five more shots before we have to move on to another plan. Keep praying. I may need even more peace later this week when we get together with some of my extended family, including a cousin with a baby. It's not that I don't want her to have an extremely cute child. I know somewhere deep down inside I even might want to meet the kid and love on him. But right now it's hard because I don't have one, too. And I did the math the other day . . . I'll now be at least 31 before I get to be a mommy. So much for having kids at 25. Or even around the same time as my mom. She turned 31 several months after I was born. I know there's no real time-frame we're obligated to fill, but it's frustrating to see me getting older year after year with not much to show for it.
Sorry if I've depressed you all on Christmas day, but I know a lot of you are keeping up with me and would want to know. Pray hard!