So I've been hanging out in the cold, icy, arctic conditions of the northern US for the last week. Unfortunately I only brought slip on shoes with me too. What a bitch.
I like traveling because it forces me to be social. Since this TTC thing, I've found myself retreating further and further away from people. I suppose that's not good for me, but it certainly is easier. Traveling also acts as a good distraction from all things fertility. That is, until the woman sitting next to me on the airplane asks me how many kids I have. And when I answer "none" she gets a quizzical look on her face and probes me as to why not. It's a good thing for her that they don't allow sharp objects on planes anymore.
The long and short of it is, I'm going to test tonight. I'm not sure I can deal with many more days of my boobs being this sore. I've actually been wearing my bra to bed at night because it's less painful. Need to keep those girls pinned up tight. I love how evil it is that pregnancy symptoms get all intermingled with progesterone & pre-AF symptoms. But I don't need to tell you guys about that.
Trying to prep myself emotionally for that one, lonely line to appear on the stick. I've never seen two. Ever. I wish I had hope that tonight will be different.
Miracles seem to be cropping up all around me - I hope that extends to you, too. But I'll be here as a shoulder to cry on if you turn out to be right ::hug::
ReplyDeleteI know it is so hard not to get hopes up, but I will have my fingers crossed that you will see two pink lines.
ReplyDeleteI hope you see two lines! I personally believe they are mythical but I am told that I am wrong. Hopefully you can show me the light!
ReplyDeleteBTW - SoCal has made us wimps too. 60 degrees? FREEZING! Nevermind I used to play outside for recess in 15 degree weather...