Two Months...But Who's Counting?

Now that my cycle started and I got a negative HPT, I called the RE's office to update them. I guess I really should have called about two weeks ago when we got the negative test, but I kept putting it off--I guess waiting until the next cycle started to know for sure--but perhaps that's another good sign that I'm not obsessing over calling them right away. Anyway, the kind receptionist looked up my chart, made the update, and read the note that said to wait two months with barrier protection before trying again. However, when I had seen the RE at the dreaded appointment when they couldn't find a heartbeat, he told me at that time to wait for two months before trying. (And come to think of it, that was now exactly two months ago--I hadn't put those dates together in my head until just now.)

So the question is, do I go by the two months that the doctor previously said (he clearly said "July or August" when I saw him in May)? Or the two months as the receptionist said yesterday? Part of me wants to be cautious, because I fear that if we get pregnant again and lose another baby, I'm going to be second-guessing myself and wondering if it could have been prevented by waiting longer (though the doctor previously briefly mentioned that there's no correlation between recurrent loss and the length of time one waits). But the other part of me says that I'm not the biggest fan of "barrier protection" (as the receptionist put it). So I think I'm going to just leave it up to God (and my husband's desires--remember, I'm trying not to obsess about "trying", and rather just have fun).

As for blessings, I have a lot to be blessed about. For starters, we've had a productive weekend so far with pulling weeds. Sure, the work isn't quite fun, but our yard is looking better. I also had the chance to watch my husband's softball team win their playoff tournament on Thursday. He gets so much enjoyment out of his time of the team, so it was great to see them win it all. Lastly, we're in the middle of the monsoon season now in Southern Arizona, so I've been able to sit out on the back porch for the last couple of nights and watch the rain, lightening, and amazing sunsets with my husband. It's nights like these that make the summer heat bearable.