Pitter Patter.... that was the noise I heard about this morning. However, it wasn't the pitter patter of little feet but the rain. As I lay in bed my wandered around for a bit.... I thought about what we would name our little one, envisioned us as parents, and imgained the feeling we would have when we found out we were preggers (since we're going through treatments I won't be able to surprise my hubby, we find out each month together). But then I got up out of bed and all my dreams were shattered. Today there is more bleeding - and given that it is pretty bright red - I'm pretty sure it is the beginning of Aunt Flo. This cycle it looks like I won't even make it to the pregnancy test, although they still have me do it because there is that rare case that I could be pregnant and bleeding. Holding onto that slim hope that I am that RARE case.

Thoughts and prayers please and we continue to ride this rollercoaster. Each month is getting harder and harder :-(