I did something this weekend that surprised even ME. I mean, I've been thinking about it for a while now...perhaps even a year or so...but what I bought on Sunday brought me just one step closer to the reality of what I believe will lead to the next chapter of my life.

I bought a basal thermometer.

I know...sounds ridiculous, doesn't it, because those five words appear so minor and meaningless. But you have to understand my position: I have spent over a decade trying to AVOID getting pregnant. So it feels fantastically and almost indescribably odd to turn in the other direction.

Scared to death and signing off for now...

Labels: decisions, health, life events, marriage, parenting, scary