Okay, I am back to pink. I am actually feeling pretty optimistic today. Well, relatively speaking. All of my feelings see, to be relative lately. Relative to the previous day.

I am back to pink because I am hoping for that daughter. And feeling more each day like the day might actually come that I get her. I still have all the anxiety. Tons of panic. I still want to pick up the phone and call the doctor every day. But then I sit down for a moment. I think about why do I really want to call the doctor. Every time, I come to same conclusion: There is no real dangerous situation, I just want to have an ultrasound to reassure my crazy anxieties. Then I chill out and the panic subsides.

So, I am comforted to at least realize that I am getting "better" every day. So, maybe there is hope for me after all. Let's keep our fingers crossed and prayers coming in....