So…here’s me not jumping the gun, but thinking I might actually be knocked up.
At putting that hot out of my mind. It and to the dollar tree and picked up four tests(in addition to the five frer I have left.) I have a problem. Will be peeing in about three hours.
I had plan to POAS today. Until I woke up at 3:00am with my bladder full. I tried to just fall back asleep, but at 3:40 I lost my battle with the bladder and peed. I woke up at 6:50(Joseph turned off his alarm and over slept.) Peed in my cup, and POAS. I am 9dpiui, 11(.5) days past trigger
So, now I can only wait, hold my breath, and PRAY this is actually a baby, and not the residual trigger. Why do I do this? Oh, and my trigger was only 5000.
If I’m at home, I’m not wearing a bra. I don’t like them. I will probably regret this one day when my boobs are saggy, but I find them uncomfortable. Today, when I got home from work, I took off my bra…and my boobs hurt. Not super bad, but enough to where I can tell. Usually in my tww, I have very little symptoms. The boobs, they never get sore. In addition to that, I am a bit crampy. And in addition to that, I have six frer waiting for me to grace them with my urine. I peed on an opk today just for the fun of it.(it was fun.)
Joseph and I are in an amazing small group. We love them. We are doing a study on marriage and one of the men issued a man challenge to pray with your wife.
Joseph and I tend to pray together when things get tough, but if things are going well, it doesn’t happen as much. Last night, in bed he prayed.
“Dear Lord, thank you so much for our baby. We are sad we won’t get to meet him or her in this life, but thank you for caring for them, and promising an eternity of perfection.”
On my way to work today there was a rainbow. Hoping this is a sign of what’s to come in the next couple of days.
Both mine are in the air. 7dpo. I had some INTENSE pain today after our Easter brunch, and feeling a little crampy. And I want to pee on so many sticks. I don’t have any. I’m going to buy two three packs of FRER tomorrow after work. I’ll pee on Tuesday morning 9dpo. I know that’s early, but I just feel like this has been our best chance yet, so I’m cautiously hopeful.
I’m sitting in our work room(J has his computer, and I have my sewing stuff) sewing a romper for my sweet niece when I see my best friend pull up. I hurriedly run to put on a bra and brush my teeth, come back out and she was gone. Leaving behind a gift bag on my porch.
Sweetest friends we could ask for.
Instead I awoke to empty arms and an empty womb.