Okay, let's have some cheer...

I think the depression monster got the best of me yesterday. It seems to be a built in natural depression that crops up at 10dpo (or five days past a five day transfer). It's like I am suddenly ready to know, enough with the waiting, bring the verdict out NOW.

But, alas, mother nature does not deal well with commands like that. And, my bestest Hen Friend reminded me that it ain't over til its over, or until the fat lady sings a negative beta song(in which case I WILL BE the fat lady because I have not done a lick of anything strenuous in the past week and a half...not even a walk). And, my Hen Friend reminded me that you don't have to feel like crap to be pregnant...thank you Hen Friend!

So, I've picked myself up and am stumbling down the path to the verdict on Friday (which, ironically, is our THIRD ANNIVERSARY...hello, do I not deserve a great beta on that day?) I hate how it seems someone else has a grip on my life, and I'm waiting on them to tell me if I can breathe again...