Oh, and I spotted just a wee, teensy bit yesterday. Weird.

So I’ll be interested to see if my temp gets “rescued” tomorrow morning, as a sign that I might have implanted on CD9, perhaps?

Or is that dumb? I’m dumb. I’ll just admit it. Hence this post being edited 3 times in the last 90 seconds.

I’m not as giddy & excited as I was yesterday, even though I know better than to psychotically freak out regarding one measley dip that doesn’t even come close to my coverline. TTC has sucked all of my brain cells to where I have to use common sense and force them back into working order.

Last night, while Nate & I were discussing weekend plans & his potential trip 2 hours down the road, I told him that I would be testing on Sunday; I half-way expected mild panic, but instead, he gifted me with the biggest smile on his face. “I definitely want to be home when you do,” was his first reaction. Funny, from a man who initially did not want to “know” when we were TTC so he wouldn’t be stressed out during sex. (in his mind, he’d be wondering the whole time, “Am I knocking her up now? now?? NOW???”)

So, friends….poas tomorrow. I doubt I will update here regardless of the result, simply because I want to break the news to my parents if we are pregnant. I know waaaay too many people IRL on the Nest, and those people (including a cousin, a neighbor, etc) may not stop to think, “Hmm, has Blair told her parents?” before gossiping the good news. Not in a malicious way, of course, but that bad news travels fast & good news travels faster. I won’t update with a BFN either, simply because it’s human nature to suppose that “no news is good news,” which is not necessarily the case in this siutation. So to keep you in suspense, don’t expect a BFP/BFN update for at least another week.

Don’t hate me.

My, my, my….what a pretty little temp jump!

I was so pumped to see what it would look like on my chart that I jumped out of bed & plugged it into FF right after my shower. (side note on me being a BBT loser: Somehow, I switched the damn thing to Farehnheit & now I can’t switch it back to Celcius, meaning that when it reads 98.65 it means nada to me. I have no idea if that’s over my coverline unless it reads in Celcius. My BBT is going to put me in the crazy house.) So I was doing a jig in the desk chair, complete with wet hair at 6:35am.

No, it will not do ANY GOOD to bribe me with chocolate chip cookies or sexual favors — I am not peeing until Sunday. I have a Sunday Pee-Pact with CarrieLiz & I shall not be broken.

And I wasn’t going to write these down, but I will & with that, give you license to laugh when these turn out to be phantom-baby symptoms after a BFN.

• I’ve had this weird crampy feeling all week, like someone punched me in the uterus.
• I ran last night, my boobs hurt in a weird way, considering I cannot actually feel my breasts. They hurt way down deep, like my whole breast would hurt if I could still feel the entire thing. That makes no sense to anyone else, I know.
• This morning in the shower, the aching exhaustion creeped in. I was tired just lifting the shampoo bottle. Granted, that could have been from staying up until midnight with Edward & Bella (shameless plug for the Twilight series).