Don't worry. Be happy.

This is where I'll be in less than 48 hours. Sipping on an ice cold margarita. Or two. Jamaica man! The first vacation we've been on in over 6 years that didn't include visiting family or having a packed schedule. A vacation just for us. A honeymoon. A five year anniversary (a year later). Diver Dude's fiftieth. My thirty-fifth. Christmas. You name it, we're celebrating. And relaxing. Did I mention the margaritas? With temperatures of 30C/86F even I will swim in the ocean. I've painted my toe nails coral red for the fishies :) 

The mind of an IF girl can't help but wander in the direction of miracles. Here's the scenario: I'm ovulating on Diver Dude's 50th birthday. We'll be in Jamaica. We'll make sweet love every morning, noon and night. Relaxed, happy and in love we'll return with a little extra luggage. Two weeks later, instead of preparing for our FET I'll take a HPT and get a surprise miracle BFP. The pregnancy will be text book and I'll be glowing the whole time. Nine months later we'll have a son. We'll name him Bob.

Pinch.

I wake up and admit we don't even have a 1% chance. Azoospermia remember? Oh well, it was a nice thought.

Meanwhile, I'll go back to packing my bags and humming a known Marley tune: "Don't worry about a thing. 'Cause every little thing's gonna be alright..."