Ok, I'm a chicken...

The weekend was awesome, even if the weather didn't cooperate most of the time, it was nice to get out of the city and up to the cottage.  Abby had an amazing time playing in the lake, it was so cute to see her splashing around and swimming!  She's only 6 months, so while she loves the water, she's still "new" at this.  I was pretty impressed with how well she did!  I'm a proud puppy mama, so here's a little snipit (I am yelling to her, you may want to turn off your speaker!):

I, on the other hand, not as much.  There were a number of times I could have talked to my mom, but in those moments, although I'd been over it and over it in my head, I just couldn't seem to find the right words.  So I didn't spill the beans, and I think I'm ok with that for now.  Perhaps once we've seen the specialist and I have something to actually tell her besides, "We're having trouble".

In other news, cycle 12 ended the same as all the others did, not that I'm surprised since our timing this month wasn't great.  Because we were on vacation, I didn't temp or even bring any OPKs, I just needed to get away from it all.  I thought I noticed some FW signs and sort of guessed when I O'd, so I was also guessing when to expect AF.  Turns out, that would be this morning, making that my shortest cycle ever at 27 days.  Just when you think you start to get a sense of the "usual" or your "normal", something reminds you that you don't know jack.  So, on to cycle 13 - le sigh.  I'm wishing our appt was sooner, but with upcoming work stuff, and just getting back from vacation, I don't think that's a good option.  So, waiting again.  Waiting to O.  Waiting to see the doctor.  Waiting....

I think I'll go listen to some Mumford now.