So this month was especially difficult for me. I had so many hopes and prayers this month for a BFP. I just felt it in my gut that it was our month. Yesterday AF came and I was optimistic I thought well AF came 6 days early so at least it’s not a waiting game this month. I was moody and tired and super cranky. This evening as I came home my husband offered me a rum and coke and I wasn’t feeling it at all I just wanted to go to bed. He smiled and asked if I needed to tell him anything and I lost it. Here’s to next month...