This cycle was so wonky I could be 5 dpo, I could be 2 dpo, perhaps I never ovulated at all. Who the hell knows.
All I do know is that I am out of town for a good chunk of next week. And the one-year anniversary of when I said goodbye to Celine falls on next Saturday, the 17th. I am still trying to figure out what I can possibly due to memorialize her
I'll be mourning my little girl and peeing on sticks in desperate futility. Joy.
On other fronts, I found this fantastic piece written by an RPL warrior. I LOVE how she grapples with the word hope. It's like she's been sitting in on my conversations with my therapist for the past few months.