Yesterday I had yet another day of disappointment. Who knew that getting pregnant would be so damn challenging? Nothing takes away romance out of your intimate relationship with your husband better than being on a schedule of becoming pregnant. Body temperature, cycle days, anxiety. And then nothing. Well, this time it was worse than nothing. I was late, and I am never late. I was so hopeful. And then it was negative. And then it was definitely negative. Now I am collecting the pieces to start it all over again. My mantra for these days “It didn’t mean to be this time. There is a reason.” I need to know that there is a reason, otherwise, it is just simply mean and cruel.