First Cycle: 9 days past my period, no blood, no positive.

My spouse and I have been taking prenatal vitamins and preparing our bodies to be as functional as possible since last fall. When we came back from our Japan trip in December, we just thought “ahh, fuck it, everyone says it takes a while anyway.”

We didn’t use any contraceptives, and me thinking I had fairly regular cycles told him that “it’s a safe day.” Two weeks, multiple pregnancy tests and a trip to the OBGYN later, it turns out maybe those days weren’t as “safe” as I thought they were.

So apparently, I could be waiting for a period or for a baby. If my ovulation was much later than expected, it could only be a couple days DPO. Hmm.

At first, I was hoping it wasn’t a baby in there just yet. Just because although I had been wanting to start expanding the family, I wasn’t so sure if my spouse and I were ready yet.

I still argue with him over the smallest things. We annoy each other a lot, and sometimes we hurt each other. I didn’t feel that we would be a good example to any mini-mes if we had any. To be honest, fighting in front of the dog is sad enough. And yes, pets also feel the negative energy too.

But I guess no one would ever “be ready.” And in so many cases, couples are not blessed with a child until much later on. Especially in my country, where the average age when two people get married is already in their mid 30s.

So here I am. It’s been around 41 days since my last period, still waiting for those two lines, or at least some blood that will let me have a beer after all this stress.