So yesterday was the first day in this entire 2ww that I felt like this whole try didn't work.
I was fine until the drive home from work. 2 things sent me off:
1. I had watery CM (last cycle, I had a leaky feeling and watery CM right before AF showed up)
2. There are 3 pimples on my face.
So of course, as soon as I got home I needed to take my "afternoon" temperature. Still high..99.1 (although not as high as the day before..99.5). I was depressed and I just needed to lay down. I sent B on her errands and told her to bring back dinner. While she was gone I laid in our bed and eventually fell asleep. I was awoken by a huge wave of nauseousness and a little wave of lightheadedness/dizziness. Talk about mixed symptoms. Our friend came over and while she was here, I made everyone take their pulse...I am becoming obsessive. My pulse was only in the 80's, not quite the 92 it was earlier in the day. Boo.
So I got to bed around 10ish. My BBT alarm goes off at 4:10. I take my temp. 97.9. I think to myself, "well here's your sign" but I also think, that it gave me that reading super fast, not the normal minute it usually takes, so I take the temp again. 98.0. Not much better. I go back to sleep just praying to God that I can accept his timing on our pregnancy and that I know whatever He has planned for us will be perfect. The real alarm goes off sometime after 7 (it's on B's side, so I wasn't sure of the time). I obsessively took my temp again...98.8. WHAT?
In all honesty, I didn't have the heart to put in 98.0 in FF, or 97.9 for that matter. So I put in 98.8 at 7. It's not counting the temp, since it's at such a later waking time, but I don't know who I am fooling here. I hope we are not in limbo land for long.
2 comments:
Oh, I feel like you are going through exactly what I did last cycle, the hardest TWW I ever had. I really, really hope that this is it...come on BFP!!!(And FF should count your temp, unless you discard it, it will just be an open dot and not a solid dot, but it still counts.)
Yeah, I second j.k.c., the last day or two of limbo is absolutely the hardest. At times I felt I myself unraveling at the seams. Just hang in there...it will be over one way or another soon! Hugs.
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