In which I am ashamed to admit that I was surprised by a negatvie
Our first cycle ended in a dazzlingly white HPT a week ago Saturday, and I was...well, I was let down and I was disappointed for a few hours, but then I was almost completely OK with it. At least the spinning and incessant wondering were put to rest. I was also, uncomfortable truth be told, a little surprised. In some deeply irrational corner, at certain times of day and in certain frames of mind, I had this unreasonable belief that it would work--just like that, hey presto!, one shot. I am not usually given to flights of fancy this ludicrous, but Josh's easy conception kept tickling me with the feather of unwarranted hopefulness.
So, we will press on with our low-tech "trying," and I will aim to establish a modicum of equilibrium instead of letting myself bob around in that turbid mental wave pool. That's my intent, anyway, though who knows where my head will be as I approach the next HPT.