So, I’m not pregnant. I know the thought that I could be pregnant just occurred to me last night but I’m sad. I got my hopes up, hoping that I was pregnant. And now, I know that I’m not. So I am a bit sad. I think I may be a bit more sorry for Tim than I am for myself, it was him who thought that I could be pregnant first. I think he may have gotten his hopes up more than I did. Cause I knew in all reality that it was just one time I was sick from a smell, it didn’t necessarily mean anything. Nevertheless, it the pain of diminished hopes still hurts.

But I know it’s not the end of the world. I have to stay positive, and I’ll just stick with the plan. Go back to my Gynecologist on Monday, everything will come back good, move on the weekend, get settled in to our new home, and then Tim and I can start trying. And hopefully it wont be hard for us to get pregnant. And I pray that when I do, it will be an easy pregnancy and not a high risk like my son. I’m staying positive, everything will work out eventually! And while I’m sad that I’m not pregnant at this time, hopefully I will be within the next month.

But I’m tired, I’ve spent all day packing up, I’ve got a total of 3 rooms done now, and I’m exhausted. I’ve gotta get back up in the morning and do it all again. So I’m gonna log off for the night, and try to relax a bit before going to bed.