This week feels like the longest week EVER. I am about 90% sure I'm pregnant. But it's too early to take a test. This weekend is the soonest it could show up, and even then I probably wouldn't believe it if it turns out negative. With Ian, I got a really faint line 11 days DPO. That would be Saturday. But I won't be late until Tuesday. Since I'm like clockwork, if I haven't started by Wednesday I'm bumping that up to 99% regardless of what any test says.
I feel like I've been waiting for a month. I guess it was only Sunday when I started suspecting something. I've felt kind of crampy ever since then, which isn't normal at this time of month for me (though it coincides with the timing of implantation). Plus I've been exhausted (though that could be because I've haven't been sleeping well. But the only other time I've had insomnia like this was when I was pregnant with Ian).
2 friends at church found out they're pregnant yesterday. It's so frustrating not knowing for sure! I even took a test this morning, even though I'm only 9 DPO and I knew there was next to no chance it would show anything.
Grrr. I need to find something to keep me busy!
