Today I was sick.  Sneezing, wheezing, achey… oh and its winter down here.  A very cold and rainy one at that.

So logically I got up early and went to the local rowing club – something I’ve never done before. The Olympics inspired me. I just felt that it was time I learned to row.  So my show and tell starts of with this photo:

On my very first day they put me in an 8 person boat and let me row from the foreshore (the land on the left of the photo) all the way to the island in the middle.  It was pure magic.  I could see myself getting very into this sport.  I wonder if I might have talent.  I wonder if that even matters. All I know is that want to row and row and see what comes. 

Then I thought, “is this safe to do while pregnant?” 

For the first time in months I realized that I would actually be bummed out about something if the cycle DOES work.  Don’t take me wrong, I would much prefer to get knocked up in October and put my new sport (which I’ve been doing all of today) on hold, but I realized today that for the first time since my diagnosis of premature ovarian failure that I desparately WANT to get pregnent, but I don’t NEED to be.   Somehow that makes it all seems rather doable.