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In the last couple of weeks I’ve watched a few movies inglorio.us.bas.terds, allab.out.steve and ju.lieand.ju.lia. The first movie mentioned was pretty good, the acting was incredible, but the violence is very cringe-worthy. I have a tough time watching U.F.C and this movie was much much worse.

The second movie was not what I was expecting it to be. I don’t know if I really liked it or not. San.dra Bul.lock was good, but I found her character hard to relate to and a little too far-fetched.

The third movie was amazing. Me.r.yl Stre.ep is an amazing actress (actor?). There is one scene that for IFers can be a little tough to watch – kind of a spoiler coming (but it will not ruin the story line or film) – Julia gets the news that someone she knows is pregnant. She tells her husband what wonderful news it is and then starts sobbing uncontrollably. We have all been there; she got the drive-by pregnancy announcement. It was tough to watch knowing that I have experienced those emotions exactly. So, Julia Child was infertile. She was one of us.

Speaking of one of us, I read this post today over at Late for a Very Important Pregnancy. Take a minute and read it. I’ll wait.
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Who knew that the Lucy we all fell in love with was also one of us?! It’s weird to me how I am comforted to know that there are other people in the world, famous people, that have had to deal with what I’m going through. It somehow connects me to them as the experience of IF is a pretty universal one.

So, I peed on a stick yesterday, CD26, thinking that it might actually reveal good news for once. It did not. So here I sit, waiting for AF to make her appearance, and hoping against hope that I’ve tested too early. I usually ovulate pretty early on in my cycle, around cd 10 or 11, so if that were the case yesterday would have been 14 or 15 DPO. As soon as CD1 is here, I’ll be calling it in and heading back to the clinic. I will also buy a thermometer because H is sick of me guestimating when ovulation has occurred. Oh, that’s the other thing, I’m not even 100% that I o’d this month, so who knows if/when AF is going to show up.

I’m going to let nature take its course and I’m not going to test again for – oh let’s say 10 days. That way the pressure will be off for the most part.

It is my parents’ anniversary on Friday; I really wanted their gift to be a grandchild. I hate that it always seems to be that whenever I think there’s a good chance of getting a positive result that it’s around a birthday or holiday or anniversary. I inevitably go to that place that says “oh, wouldn’t it be amazing…” Then of course I am cut at the knees one again.

God, please hear me. I am ready. I have battled and tried to be patient. Please let it be my time.