No new news today. Yes, I tried peeing on a stick again only to barely be able to make out what I have to believe is an evaporation shadow. But, I'm not throwing in the towel just yet. See, this is the little trick I play with myself for a little extra torturous fun. I start around day 9, but tell myself that if it is negative, well, it's too early. Same for day ten. Now, by day 11 I start getting a big worried and I count day 12 as pretty definitive. I am hoping (don't we all?) that some sort of line will appear by day 12. If not, then I will hope against hope until AF shows.
I have convinced myself that something is going on in my uterus. I have weird sort of cramps on and off and my ovaries whine a bit from time to time. Of course, with my luck it is just a big fat cyst forming. I want to imagine that my boobs are, well, not sore but sensitive, just a wee bit. And, I want to believe that this queasy feeling I have is more than the stress of all the obsessing I am doing. But, I've been here before, worked myself into a big joyful, hopeful frenzy only to see AF come and go.
I even trekked to the pharmacy yesterday to buy some Clear Blue hpt's. After all, I just have the cheap internet test strips. But, as fate would have it, I get to the counter to discover their ATM/Credit Card machine is not working. WHAT?! I was not happy, but took it as a sign that I didn't need to go 'there' just yet. But, it may happen nonetheless...
Hoping for two pink lines in my future soon...
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