We are walking the final steps once again, and as usual, they will be the slowest of them all.
It's a course we know well, we've seen all the landmarks, looked in all the shop windows, and recognise all the faces along the way.
We've had people pass us by, and fade out of view in front of us. Some, more than once.
We've walked it in all seasons, all weather.
It's our 27th circuit, and now on day 24, there are 3 or 4 more days left.
If we had any common sense we wouldn't even think about it, and set our minds on the next one, another attempt at IUI.
That's where the real possibilities lie.
Face it, if you can't get knocked up in 26 attempts, including one with half a dozen eggs lying spread-eagled, your chances on attempt 27 are on the unhealthy side of almost non-existent.
Evidently, common sense isn't something we possess in abundance, and so here we sit, counting down the days to the 'maybes' and the 'what ifs', still thinking about how this could bring it all to an end. And a beginning.
Like every other month that passes, we have something we can say could make the difference. Not drugs, timing, gimp masks, vitamins, nor freshly flushed tubes, but this month we were back home - 'just relaxing'.
Writing that line out makes me feel more than a bit silly, but that's nothing new.
The wry ability to allow my better judgement to be quietened during these days by lottery-odds sized possibilities is both amusing, and comforting.
Thanks to that selectively unassertive logical part of our brains, we can walk the last yards once again, not with dread, but with a little excitement.
One of these days it won't be misguided.
(Incidentally, for anyone who tried and failed to listen to the radio interview thanks to the arse-ache that is realplayer, you can now hear it here instead)