fisherofmengirly
Ideal_Rock
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Since you asked, I can tell you that I think that I''ve officially lost my mind. With the exception of December (and that''s because I inexplicably became wrapped up in the possiblity of a Christmas miracle), I haven''t been too optimisic about these past few cycles. I''ve come to expect disappointment. And while each disappointment is not easy, I think it''s somehow easier to accept when you aren''t hopeful.
But this cycle, I''m completely unable to manage my expectations. They are floating higher and higher. I think that I could almost describe myself as giddy with excitement and anticipation. And giddy is not a place I think I want to be when it all comes crashing back down to reality.
I think that it started with cornbread. We were baking some cornbread and I cracked an egg with two yolks. The next day, my husband made a comment that he thought that little egg with its two yolks was a harbinger. I know, I know - you''re obviously thinking it and perhaps we are grasping at straws. A two-yolk egg? really. There are some other reasons too, like the mysterious sore boob, but still nothing too justify this newfound mindloss.
Now it''s DPO 8 and there''s still no sign of any spotting. I keep popping into the bathroom about every half hour to check . Nothing.
I need a distraction . . . like maybe being able to sleep until DPO 14