Today was supposed to be my ovulation day. It seems like every month my husband and I get in an argument and don’t talk for a day or so. Every month around this time. I don’t know if it’s a sign from God or maybe deep in our minds we don’t want mini humans. We have two furries (and two passed last year) that I love with all my heart, but we want to add a human. Anyway, I told myself if we couldn’t get pregnant, this month, I’d give up. It’s lock clock work. Fights this time of month every DAMN month. 💔