I hate rollercoasters, for real. When we go to Hershey Park now or when I was little I never went on them, I sat and waited for everyone else and still do that. I hate the feeling of falling, I am OK with height as long as I feel safe, but the idea of falling makes me full of anxiety. DH loves rollercoasters so whenever we go to amusement parks we are usually with others that can go on with him, my DD also loves rides so I believe she will love rollercoasters just like him.
Rollercoaster called IF I am starting to HATE too...
I went to bed last night and was watching DD sleep, she is so cute when she sleeps. I started to play with her hair and started to cry, not full blown sobbing but tears started rolling and it happened for about a hour. All I could think about in that time is how much she has grown up and is not a baby anymore. I love seeing her milestones and believe I have the smartest kid in the world, then it turned to how much I want another one, a sweet baby to hold, a baby to watch DD play with and grow up with. I want to feel life inside of me and go through painful labor to bring something precious into this world. I wish I had better feelings about this cycle, my temps are the highest they have ever been (three HCG shots can do that) and I am having terrible cramps and just feel like AF is around the corner. I truly HOPE I am pregnant but I can not allow myself to go there just yet. It has been a rollercoaster ride in the last few days, because I am coming to the end of the cycle. End of the cycle usually brings tears and depression and while I am trying to remain positive, it is hard when I have had so many let downs lately.
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