just after my last post – riddled with impatience and self-pity – we had a visit from some good friends who made me feel a little sheepish.  they went through three years of fertility treatments and shots before getting pregnant.  I don’t know how long they tried before seeking help so I would guess they put at least four years into “trying”.  I can’t fathom it.  they finally had their little miracle baby a little over two years ago.  we went to visit them back in the fall and panda said that they had been trying again.  last week, they announced that they were finally expecting their second… after another year, give or take, of trying.  God bless them.  I was so excited for her and it made me feel bad for giving up hope after three months.  I think i’m just going to go back to living my life as normally as possible, see what happens, and try not to focus on “trying”.  of course, then i have another friend who asked me this weekend if we were ever going to have a baby and I told her it wasn’t off the table.  she asked how old I was and proceeded to inform me that “high risk” has been changed from 40 to 36 so I’d better get a move on.  *sigh*  I still have not heard back from that dr that I contacted last week so I might still follow up with them just to find out about my broken thermostat.