It's so strange...the way I feel sometimes about my infertility.  I don't want people to feel like they have to hide a pregnancy or keep news of their pregnancy from me.  Sure, I might still go cry in a corner for a while but I really hope all of you out there know that I want to know and want to rejoice with you when you find out you're expecting.  Most days I really have made peace about just (and I say "just" lightly here) having one child. Other days, kind of like today, are hard. 

My married life has been about the military...and that for ME consists of moving every couple of years, settling and making a home, and meeting new people.  Inevitably, meeting new people comes with a barrage of personal (albeit mostly friendly) questions.  Back many years ago, I made a vow to myself that I would NEVER ask if a married couple had or wanted children.  The only exception to my rule was if they asked me first.  I know I've blogged about my responses when we were childless but now that Skittle is at that age when other couples feel the desire to add to their own families, they also feel the need to ask me questions like, "Do you want more children? or Are you going to have more children?" which I get asked multiple times a week.  My responses have ranged from "We'll see" to "Nope, we're done."  My most recent one was "If we could, we would."  I kind of like that one best because it's the most truthful. I totally get that those kind of questions happen as I am just at that age, and so is Skittle, but they still sting a bit.   

With that said, I have an appt with my 6th RE on Oct. 7.  My plan is that I want to have one just in case we decide to move forward again with treatment.  SAAMC is also still on the table though that's not the easiest way to go. 

Never take life for granted.