I am a bookworm, always have been. I love to read. So I had an hour to kill until A got home from babysitting last night, and I snuggled up on the couch with a book.
From page 7 (after a tangent about what it's like to be pregnant): "That's the strange thing about being a mother: Until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one."
Riiiiiiight. Needless to say that book will be returned to the library unread. I spent the hour reading infertility blogs, instead.
Symptom Watch: nothing to report.
POAS dilemma (8dpo): slowly driving me insane.
*edited: I POAS. I'm glad I did. It was decisively negative. So the trigger shot is officially out of my system and I no longer have to fear a false positive. I don't think I will make an appt with the doctor. I can't bear the thought of getting the news at my desk at work, surrounded by fertile myrtles. The privacy of my home will work just fine.