So.

Well I had the weirdest encounter I've ever had today. 

I'm no stranger to be stopped twenty times during a five minute shopping trip. Something about twins fascinates people. I get the allure, I really do. When we see another multiple family I just smile at them. 

But anyhow my cashier today asks me how old the girls are and I tell her. She then goes on to tell me her daughters friend had just had a set of twin girls yesterday. She then says, " So how far along are you?" 

Embarrassedly I told her I wasn't pregnant. (Here I was thinking I looked great! Being only 3 lbs from my goal "healthy" weight, I've felt better than ever lately..until today.) 

She says, "Oh, well you will be soon. I can just sense it. I told my daughter the same thing a few weeks ago and she told me she wasn't too. She called me a week later and told me she was. I mean it! You will be!" 

I wasn't sure what to say so I said, "We hope so." 

She says, " You're trying?" 

I told her we were, and had been for about a year and a half now. "It's not easy for us," I say. 

She again tells me that I will be soon and not to be surprised. 

I walked away smiling but wasn't sure if I should've been offended or flattered by the whole thing. 

Truth is we're on our third round of clomid. It's been extremely hard on me. I mean, several breakdowns hard. It's such a catch 22 feeling. I almost feel selfish for wanting another baby when I have two beautiful girls already. But Luke doesn't feel like our family is complete. 

We originally agreed to only do 3 rounds of clomid. But idk. He seems so set on continuing if this one fails too. 

Something I guess we're going to have to discuss.