Why do I torment myself?

I am "supposed" to be 28 weeks tomorrow. The first day of the third trimester. Why can't I stop keeping track? It only makes me sad.

I'm asking for the same thing this Christmas that I asked for last Christmas, a BFP. We'll see what happens.

Right now, I am feeling calm about everything, but who knows how I will feel in the next minute. I hope the calm feelings last for a while, at least until this new year.

A year later...

It's been one year since we began trying. We were close for a second, but that dream was literally ripped away from me.

2013 better be awesome, because 2012 sure sucked.