Pulling into Ovulation Station

All aboard?

After careful scheduling, completely quitting all bad habits (except maybe watching TV while my kiddo is awake - oops!) and convincing my husband that this is indeed a good idea (just kidding, he's totally on board the baby makin' train!) we've begun the conception process, or in other words, the goalie hath been pulled from his station. Too much information, Dad?

I know most people aren't quite as calculated as I am about these things, but with my job being in the photography field, I have clients that schedule up to a year and a half in advance (weddings) so I've kinda' gotta know when and for how long I'm going to be out of commission! That's why it's so important to us to have this endeavor prove successful as quickly as possible. And considering how quickly Oliver was conceived (we basically just thought about having a baby, and poof I was pregnant) we have pretty high hopes for round two. (I'm going to disappoint myself, I just know it...)

So the stage has been set, all of the right ingredients have been added to the mixture, now it's just waiting time! When I was first pregnant with Oliver, I had a feeling that I was. Just, an inkling if you will (as well as sore breasts, abdominal cramps, and fatigue.) That's why I so diligently told Matt that I was certain I wasn't. I wanted to surprise him. But this time around I don't have that feeling. I actually kind of feel the opposite way. No symptoms. I just kinda feel like... myself!

I don't think I'll sleep at all the night before May 28th, which is the exact date on which I'm hoping I can either confirm that we are awesome at baby-makin' (as we probably are) or discover that we may just be normal people, and might not have magical innards after all. But that's no fun.

So everybody cross your fingers for me! Say a little prayer for the soldiers on the field, and the nerves I will surely be wracked with every day until then.