The worst thing about this month was that it seemed like almost the perfect cycle. We had more chances to try at around the right time than usual and I just felt like we kind of gave it our all and had a really good chance. I know some people thought I was crazy to go to Houston, but when you've been trying for close to a year and your husband is home like one night a week most of the time, you're chances for getting pregnant are not that good. Besides, I wanted to go and see his new apartment and hang out anyway, and people have been suggesting I follow him to try pretty much all year long. I figured it was worth a shot. That trip, along with his next group of days off gave us a lot of time together, which is rare these days. Greg doesn't get schedules much better than this month's, so if any cycle was going to be possible for it to happen, it should have been this one. I already know that Greg's schedule for November doesn't look that good in terms of our chances to try.
So...I'm frustrated. Last night I was actually ANGRY. I don't understand why this is so difficult. I hate not having any control over any of it, and I think that's one of the biggest things bothering me about all of this. I'm doing everything I can to help this happen, and it's still not happening. I really don't know what to do anymore. I feel like giving up.
So last night, sad, confused, and angry, I decided to take it out on the pavement.
Yeah, I'm slow right now. I've sacrificed many days and weeks of pushing myself in running this year, to try to take it easy in case that would help me to get pregnant (or stay pregnant). But it hasn't helped anyway. I downloaded some new Coldplay (which is great) and went running. Even though it was tough, it felt good. Running is something I DO have control over. I can push myself and see results. It's nice to have control over something. Sure, it wasn't my best run ever. It was short, my legs felt heavy, and it's frustrating to not be as fast as I used to be, but I did feel better after my run. I'll take it.
I don't know where we're going to go from here. Greg and I have had a couple conversations about it and part of me is at my breaking point with it all. I want to throw in the towel for a while and focus on something else. But this nagging part of my brain wants to keep trying. Maybe needs to keep trying... I do think I want to train for a race again. Even just a 5k or 10k. I'm thinking a turkey trot. Since I know our chances in November aren't that great anyway, I figure what the hell. I need to feel capable again. I need something that is mine.
So I have running...
And cupcakes...
And a dog in a banana costume...
Yeaaaaaaaah... I guess that'll have to be enough for now.
