This morning I woke up eager to take my temperature in hopes of... well you know the drill.  Instead of starting my day with hope, I looked a temperature that would make any seasoned charter scream.  It was so low that I am pretty sure my uterus sighed along with me.  Suddenly the cramps that I had been having all week instantaneously began to feel just like period cramps.  Crazy how a morning temperature can suck the joy right out of an entire morning. 
So we did what any family with the blahs would do.  I pulled up my very best big girl period panties and got dressed.  I put on my pretty pink t-shirt with my matching pink John Deere hat (which no farm girl is complete without) and went to Target.  We had a very short list of things to get.  You might think that a morning like mine would entail a road trip for Midol and maxi-pads but after as many cycles as I have been through, I buy that stuff in bulk.  We drove 22 miles for one very important thing.  A giant bubble gun that blows 1,000 bubbles at a time.  That is what I needed today.  Well... that and Starbucks.
And life is good.  It is amazing what a few thousand bubbles can do for a girl's (and a couple of sweet boys') heart.  That is... until it is time to go inside and cook dinner.

I am ready to try again.  I know in my heart that God has another child intended for us. I can't quit knowing that. 

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