I am about to enter my first predicted ovulation window since my second miscarriage. Saying I am anxious is an understatement. This time feels so much scarier than every other months. I am tired of peeing in a cup, I am tired of planning intimate time with my husband, I am tired of putting my legs in the air instead of cleaning up and relaxing. Then when it finally happens the constant fear of what now seem like the inevitable. I hate this. When will it be our turn? When will the sun shine for us? I try to be positive and I usually do a good job but this time I'm spinning.