I really thought...

...That I might get pregnant this month. Yes, we are 'done,' and yes, I am
old, and yes, I am sub fertile, but silly old me thought that a holiday
full of, um, enjoying ourselves, at something approximating the right time
of month, might work. Of course if it had it would have had a lot of
tensions and concerns, but still, my little daydreams were rather
enjoyable.

But no.

It never quite goes away, does it?