I love me a short work week for one obvious reason - one less day of work! What I don't love about it is that somehow the universe seems to know that I'm only here four days this week, and therefore it must throw everything at me all at once!
So I'm taking myself a little pre-lunch blog break. The universe can just wait one gosh darn minute whilst I collect my thoughts, and then trasmit them to the interweb.
I've been kinda crampy for the past few days. Today is CD23, AF is due on Monday. Sadly, it's not unusual for me to be crampy several days before AF shows up, nor is it unusual for my boobs to hurt the way they do right now. Nor for me to snap at the hubs like I did last night about something really small, starting a fight before going to my brother and SIL's for game night. I take all this to mean that in about 5 days I'll be faced with another BFN.
Of course, that doesn't stop me from trying to send hints to my uterus and its contents. I rub my belly at night and think, "No pressure! But if a sperm and egg happened to have met up in the past few days, it would be great if you guys would go ahead an implant yourself in my nice warm uterus for a while! Kay, thanks!"
At one point, I had a doctor tell me that I am an "enigma." Well, last night hubs and I had this conversation after our fight:
Me: Sorry I'm so moody. I'm sure it's PMS, I've been crampy for days too. *Sigh* This sucks! (then a tiny glimmering moment of hope) But I guess you never know...
Hubs: That's true, you are an enigma.
Me: Yes - an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, inside of an Easter egg...
Hubs: Hidden by an old guy with Alzheimers.
Me: I suppose there's a slim chance the guy with Alzheimers will have a split second of clarity when he remembers where he hid that Easter egg. And the odds of that happening are the same as my odds of getting pregnant.