[MrsAurelio]

New journal. New place. New little home away from home. I have crossed the pond, electronically, and parked my little house in the world where Mickey Mouse lives! I only hope this is a more homely place than the last one.

My TTC journey has taken me through four cycles, now. Onto my fifth and already getting impatient. I am officially tired of checking symptoms, taking temps, doing charts, ordering pre-seed and having sex to a timetable, but whatever God resides in that big black and blue sky out there decided to give me irregular cycles so this is how it has to be.

I just want to be a Mummy. It's all I ask for in this world. Well, that, and for a league win so that I can tell my Little Red that it happened when he or she was knee high to a grasshopper and he or she was the good luck charm that did it!!!

My DH is counting the days until his little mascot is born, something to dress in "I'm the best dribbler" bibs, an excuse to have a sticker in the window that says Little Liver on Board.

He's trying to bring me round to the name Fernando but, it's not happening. Nor is Rafael, but I understand and appreciate his enthusiasm!

My mother is desperate to be a Nana and my dad just wants something to cradle in his arms. My brother Liam died at age 10 and I always said that any child of mine would bear his name in the middle.

I want to give my Dad something to hold close, something that will bring back at least a part of what he lost.

I just want a child...

Today is CD1.

My last cycle was 39 days.

I am starting the ticker, now.

38....