I didn’t go take the test this morning. I took my temp and it had fallen, same pattern as last month when, yes, let’s just say it: I was not pregnant.
It’s better this way anyway. It would’ve been really hard to not say anything to her for 2 days and this way I don’t have to worry about that.
When I took the trip to Boston I had to skip my progesterone Monday night since I couldn’t figure out on the fly how it would make it up there without melting. I figured it would not hurt my body to miss one little pill popper this late in the cycle. However, it probably triggered my body to think it could go back to its regular programming…and then my temp dropped.
As an added bonus I had a slight headache today. The special kind of headache I only get right before my period.
So….let’s just say I’d be totally surprised if I was pregnant.
I thought about stopping the suppositories tonight and just letting nature take its course. I’m sure I’d bleed within 48 hours. BUT. K says go take the test. So tomorrow, bright and early, I’ll be giving blood again.
Actually, I have another confession to make. I’ve never bought a pregnancy test. I steal them.
Just KIDDING!!! When I started this process, a women in a TTC group I was attending gave me a bag with 3 tests and I used those for March, April and May. Then I ran out. And…well, I said I was frugal, didn’t I?
It seemed silly to buy them when I could either just wait to bleed or go take a test at the clinic that would be 100% conclusive.
I’ve been waiting on one thing or another pretty much my whole life.
I guess I’m pretty good at waiting.