Driving in to work this morning the craziest things happened - hope jumped up and clobbered me over the head.  The sun was shining and despite my best efforts to be a pessimist I just could not give hope the boot.  I haven't felt this hopeful since this time last year.  I've been trying to convince myself to not get excited so that I will not be disappointed yet again, but then I threw caution to the wind and let hope have her way with me.

We are starting with a new doctor and I can't help but feel like we are starting down the path that will lead us to a successful pregnancy.

Jim finally completed the testing that he has needed to do and things look great.  I'm sure he won't mind me bragging about his count.  40 million little swimmers is considered normal, my manly mans count - 262 million!  He is so proud of himself.

I don't want to jinx anything so I'm not going to elaborate on what the plans are this cycle.  I can't look to far ahead, if I take my eyes off of hope she might run off again.