So this is the month that we start “trying”.  I wish I could say I know what that means but I don’t.  Since I stopped taking the pill, my cycle had been staying on track until this last month, of course.  It was six days late and only lasted a half day so I have no clue when to start tracking my “fertile” period.  Originally, it should have been this Thursday but now I guess it’ll be early next week.  I guess we’ll just have to “try” all we can over the next week.  Unfortunately, hubby’s ironman training leaves very little time/energy for him to “try”.  And I still can’t shake the feeling that this is not even possible for me.  I hate to get my hopes up too much as we discuss my hypothetical pregnancy during various events over the remainder of this year.  Praying for better than I deserve…