Isn’t that the title of…something? A book, a movie maybe? I can’t remember. Anyway.
It’s Friday. It’s 12 DPO, 12 DPIUI. Two days until testing day. My FRER’s are coming via Amazon prime tomorrow sometime.
Symptoms? Somewhat sore breasts, some very low grade cramping, emotional to an extreme, itchy face bumps.
Do I think I’m pregnant? No, not really.
I’m not being negative, I’m just saying I don’t FEEL pregnant. I also feel like maybe it would be asking too much to be that girl who gets pregnant with one IUI. I mean, I’d love it, but that sort of thing just doesn’t really happen, right?
But in general, we are all fine. I’m not talking about testing with Chief, mainly because I want him to forget that Sunday is the day so that I can get up early and sneak into the bathroom and do it by myself. I know that sounds selfish and dumb, but I like to have a few minutes to process the result without someone staring at me, waiting for my reaction. I’m a weirdo, I know you’re all shocked. This way gives me the advantage of either:
a.) Bouncing into the bedroom on cloud nine shrieking “I’M PREGNANT!”
b.) Getting back into bed, sleeping for a few more hours, and waking up and saying, “Oh, BTW the test was negative. Looks like it’s time for round two.” Trying to be casual and unaffected. You know, like you do.
The cramps make me feel like my period is coming, rapidly, even though they’re just light ones and I KNOW they’re also an early pregnancy symptom. I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW. But I’ve never been pregnant, so all I can associate them with is the onset of the red demon.
In Dewey news, I have no news. He is at the vet now under sedation getting closer x-rays to make a final determination on surgery. I have a sort of grim resolve that it’s going to happen and we’ll deal with it. He’ll be okay, we’ll all be okay. I know some people don’t get how I could get so worked up over a cat, but I don’t need their approval to love my sweet little guy as much as I do, or to feel upset about what’s going on with him. He’s my angel and has been my saving grace more than one time over a negative pregnancy test, bad blood work results, and crappy ultrasounds. Not to mention break-ups, make-ups, divorced parents, car accidents, surgery, and any number of bad things. I love ALL of my pets, but Dewey is the one who most loves being around his mama-and that’s me.
So anyway. I’m waiting on the vet’s phone call perhaps even more anxiously than I wait on a phone call from the RE.
Best of luck to Lucy50 who is getting her beta done today. Crossing my fingers for you girl!