My best friend got engaged the other day, and I am so happy for her. Truly. I've never heard so much happiness in her voice. Of course that means I get to be a bridesmaid. I've never done that before; I'm actually very honored.
Of course, that brings with it considerations for next year, when we were planning on trying to conceive another child. There's a few things to consider, since her wedding will be in late September. And unfortunately it requires a lot of fore-thinking. We have to consider each month we want to try and the possible ramifications for it being successful... or not being successful. I wouldn't want to be due (or too heavily pregnant) at the wedding because of my dress. I also can't be in the first trimester because of my risk for another subchorionic hematoma, and subsequent bed rest. So, that leaves us with TTC mid-March to June, then resuming in early October.
No idea about treatments right now; we're thinking of trying on our own for a couple months. With any luck I'll get a couple post-birth-control-pill rebound cycles. We still need to talk to my reproductive doctor regardless, but that's the plan for now.
I'm okay with this. Waiting is a good idea for a lot of reasons, and I'd already been pushing A to wait. Having to stop and resume, while not ideal, is also probably for the best. Putting it off gives us more time to prepare, for me to lose more weight, for us to do more things that we both want and need to. Maybe I'll get my tattoo for my birthday this year, the rose tattoo for the second loss. Who knows.
I'm good though. I'm happy with this plan. I guess I have a more laid back attitude this time around (either that or it's just because we're not in the thick of it yet). I don't want to let trying swallow me whole again though; I want to accept that whatever happens, happens. Time will tell. I might start singing another tune when things get more real, but for now I have months ahead of me where I can try to focus on other things: like working out more, eating better, a wedding (squee), and spoiling my son rotten.