Confusing dates

It's the first cycle of charting and noting days so that we can relay info back to our doctor helping with the clomid treatment. So pardon me for confusion caused.

Here's the summarised timeline of this cycle up to now and from now on.

CD1 - 25/12/09. First day of AF, great Christmas gift :)

CD5 - 29/12/09. First day of Clomid.

CD9 - 2/1/10. Last day of Clomid. First baby jig day. First negative OPK.

CD11 - 4/1/10. Baby jig

CD14 - 6/1/10. Baby jig

CD16 - 8/1/10. Baby jig

CD18 - 10/1/10. Baby jig

CD20 - 13/1/10. First positive OPK. Baby jig

CD21 - 14/1/10. Second positive OPK. Baby jig. According to FF chart, it's 1DPO and O happened on CD20.

CD22 - 15/1/10. Scheduled CD22 blood test postponed due to late ovulation.

CD27 - 20/1/10. 7DPO and blood test to be done.

CD34 - 27/1/10. 14DPO and doctor's appointment. Will resist to POAS until this morning before doctor's appointment.

So there we go. Should be easier for me to refer to now. :)

I chanced upon this poem somewhere and although it may be a little bit extreme for my situation, I think it's the sweetest thing I've read in a long while and I love it. Parts of it touched close to my soul and rang so true in my heart. So I'll share it here... 

"There are women that become mothers without effort, without thought, without patience or loss and though they are good mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better. I will be better not because of genetics, or money or that I have read more books but because I have struggled and toiled for this child.

I have longed and waited.

I have cried and prayed.
I have endured and planned over and over again.

Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams.

I will notice everything about my child. I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover. I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life. I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream. My dream will be crying for me.

I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see. Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love.

I will be a better mother for all that I have endured. I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain. I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body. I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall.

I have prevailed.
I have succeeded.
I have won.

So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs. I listen. And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely. I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard. I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes. I have learned to appreciate life.

Yes I will be a wonderful mother." 

-Author Unknown

Hopefully this cycle signals the end of my TTC fight that has been going since Feb/Mar 2009. I'll hate to go beyond 1 year.

Hey there, little one.

I like to think you're in there.

Safe in me.

I believe you're in there, with me every step of the way.

And I'll do everything within my power to protect you and to at least give you the best chance of joining our family.

Stay strong and keep growing my love...