11 dpo today. Yesterday, the FertilityFriend software announced my chart was triphasic. My temperature today was still up, but I stupidly forgot to set my alarm last night, so today's temperature was taken an hour late, making it unreliable. I guess we'll see what tomorrow's temperature looks like.
While talking to Mr. Rhody last night, it occurred to me that I don't really want to test. In fact, I'm sort of reveling in the drama of the "2 week wait" at the moment. I don't really have to track my fertility signs, so no stress there. I don't have to worry about timing sex. In my head, I can believe I'm pregnant, but it doesn't seem to come with any of the anxiety of actually being pregnant. I'm like Schrodinger's cat, in some intermediate space between pregnant and non-pregnant with neither the disappointment nor the worry.
I did catch myself in the shower this morning calculating if I am in fact pregnant when I would miscarry again. Yes, you read that right. I wasn't thinking about the due date or any milestones. I was calculating when I would be 9 weeks along because that's the point where both of my previous pregnancies stopped developing. I was trying to think of what else would be going on then, trying to think if it would be an inconvenient time. Maybe my friend wasn't so wrong when she called me "scarred".
Oh hun I know the feeling. I checked out dates like that also to make sure I wont be on vacation or anything like that. I sure hope you get your BFP!
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