No Baby Venting

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything.  I had planned on sharing:
1. I finally went kayaking in La Jolla instead of Alamitos Bay and was terrible at it.  I have a video that one day I hope to edit and share with ya’ll.
2. I’m taking surfing lessons on Sunday for my birthday!  I might even try to talk J into lunch at Au Lac, a raw vegan place near the beach.
3. I’ve been working out and eating fairly well the past few days all due to the fact that J is waking up earlier and isn’t laying in bed enticing me to snuggle up and go back to bed in the morning (aka prime workout time.)
But what I am going to share instead is the fact that I’m still not pregnant.  And if I already didn’t notice, I have 2 moms who have suggestions like:
“Have you tried measuring your temperature” or “Do you want to go some Chinese herbs?”
They obviously mean well but we’ve only been trying again for 2 months, isn’t it a little too soon to try romance killing fertility methods? Are they just as disappointed as I am that there’s no bun in the oven?
Because I can’t tell you how devastated I feel every time Shark Week comes around.

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