Ok.  I have to admit that this is weird, even for me.  For years, every time I got my period, it was depressing and sad.  Now, here I am, getting all excited at the thought of getting it again.  I haven’t had a period, due to the breastfeeding, since eith the end of April beginning of May last year.  I was hoping that with the start of solids for Rebecca, that it might be enough for my body to start up again, but apparently, not yet.  I was cramping today, and called Ben to tell him about it.  We were both quite excited.  Unfortunately, my body likes to screw with me.  It has always done so.

Every time that we knew we got our timing perfect, hit the ovulation on the head, my period would run late.  Any time that we weren’t sure about that bullseye, right on time, on the dot. 

I have to have two periods before we can go back to the baby doctor.  It’s starting to drive me nuts.  Yes, being pregnant is not something that can be called comfortable, but I miss it.  It will be sad when we are done with having our own babies. 

We have always planned to have about 3 of our own and adopt 2.  These plans are, of course, subject to change, due to reality.  One child makes us want more.  When we try to handle two, we may decide to stop there.  Of course, it has always seemed to me that after 2 or 3, how much more effort can it be to add some more?  Maybe we will find out.

Getting excited over a possible period.  Completely wacko.