Looks like I jumped the gun this month, despite knowing better. Oh, well. I had a feeling it was too good to be true. I don't think AF is coming today, but probably tomorrow. At least my luteal phase wasn't cut extremely short, this time. It's still looking a little short, though.

I feel like it's getting harder and harder to have faith. It kind of feels like it's never going to happen -- and now I have all of these new fears added in with the situation with my husband. Will we keep getting more chances to try? What if this goes totally south, and he goes away? it could literally be for years. Or, what if we do conceive, and I end up having to do it alone? This is me thinking of the worst case scenario of course, but I just don't know what's going to happen. I just don't know.