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Almost 2 weeks post-op

We had another good weekend. Nothing big to report, just enjoying spending time with family and friends. We went to the OSU-Missouri game on Saturday night. It was a lot of fun and we won!!! It's awesome to have a winning OSU season. I've had to cheer them on through so many "less-than-winning" years, it's a nice change.

I go in for my post-op recheck on Thursday and it should be pretty uneventful. I'm just hoping he tells me I can start trying again next month. It's never a good sign when you're supposed to prevent pregnancy while trying to conceive. Kind of a step in the wrong direction. Pretty sure I'm going to try again anyways even if he tries to sit me out of the game.

Last week I realized that I've been counting on the chance that I'll get pregnant again right away. I just assumed the quicker I had everything taken care of, the faster I could do it again. I am trying to remind myself that it very likely won't go that well. It took us 14 months to get pregnant the 1st time. I am just unwilling to accept that it could be that long again or that it may not ever happen. To see those two encouraging pink lines again...

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  1. I'm glad you had a great weekend and spending time with friends.. Hope Things are going well.. I am leaving Wed to go to Alamaba again to see my friend.. Hopefully for some much need mental, spiritual and physical healing.. Love you guys

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  2. Glad to hear you had a great weekend!

    I've heard that you are the most fertile after a pregnancy or giving birth (Britney Spears, lol), so keep trying! I'm praying that it won't take another year and that we will see a BFP very soon!

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  3. I'm hoping it's not another year for you but it's just around the corner!

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  4. Don't count yourself out yet! Who knows how long it takes. Once you're cleared to start trying, keep the faith that it will happen again. Because it WILL. Maybe sooner than you think (although I know it's scary to think like that and then have your hopes dashed every month).

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