Number one is the loneliest number...

So the worst and best thing about CD 1 is that there is so much potential. I stare at the empty chart and think....wow, this could be the month. Then, I strategize about how I'm going to do things differently this month vs. last month. With each new CD 1, I always calculate what my new EDD would be. We're looking at March 3 this time around because February 1 didn't really work out this time. {Note: This is me trying to remain calm about the fact that my body has once again let me down.} So, here we go again on this continuous roller coaster ride. I actually thought about making an appointment with my OB to see if something is wrong with me. I know I'm being incredibly impatient and selfish right now (to all of those of you who go through this for months and months). It's just hard not to get down in the dumps. I wanted to be pregnant by the time my friends delivered in June...likely not going to happen. Here I am - an empty soul missing her baby. Why did Isaac have to die, I just don't get it. It's not fair. I want him back in my every day routine, I want him to be the little boy I had dreamed about. I just feel like my dreams are crushed right now. I feel defeated and deflated. I hate CD 1.