Cowboy: So is it the magic time right now? Said without a trace of sarcasm.
Me: I don't know.
Cowboy: Come on, you know.
Me: No, I honestly don't. I haven't checked the monitor yet this morning, so I don't know. (See, I really did kick my BBT and charting habit).
Hours later, I still can't get it out of my head that after a year-and-a-half of trying to conceive and two miscarriages, my husband still manages to believe there is something slightly "magical" about trying to have a child.
And if you know anything about cowboys, you also know that the word "magic" generally isn't in their vocabularies.
What would I do without his unflagging optimism?