I have a feeling that if I don't get pregnant next month, I'm going to be very disappointed. Maybe because I'm not pregnant this month, and I've got a tinge of disappointment. I have to admit, though, I've been thinking how great it would be to announce to our families at Christmas, since we'll see EVERYONE. But that means I'd have to get pregnant this month. That thought is crazy and scary and exciting all at the same time.
See, I'm getting my hopes up! I need to keep my hopes down! Down, hopes, down!
Isn't it silly how I get my hopes up because of the convenient timing of it all? But it's not really the timing. I think Jon and I are just ready for the next stage.
