I have a sense, just a little teeny weeny one (as much as someone who has never seen the two pink lines except that one time when we didn't do an IUI when I peed on the stick after the hcg shot just to see what it would look like) of what it might be like to be pregnant and to be worried about symptoms coming and going. Over the last two or three days my ovaries have been getting increasingly uncomfortable. On Sunday at my parents-in-laws, I was getting these stabbing pains that caused me to wince, and everyone kept giving me these concerned, but slightly freaked-out looks, until my four-year-old nephew just looked straight at me, and announced: "Aunty Thalia's making funny faces Mummy!" That got everyone laughing which was probably a good thing.
Between my back pain and my ovary pain I'm quite the cripple. I have to bend over slightly when I walk and I can't walk very fast, which is completely unlike me as I am the woman who disappears in crowds by zipping through the gaps. In addition I'm now limping because my right calf muscle has seized up. I don't remember these kinds of stabbing pains in my ovaries last time, and I can't find any record of them in my posts, so I've been seeing them as a good thing. Although of course what it could be is lots of lovely endo growing on them in response to all that great oestrogen floating around. I can also feel my ovaries as hard, tender balls on either side of my abdomen. Good thing? Bad thing? It's a thing, anyway.
Yet today, the stabbing pains are not happening nearly so much. So I'm immediately freaking out, thinking maybe the follicles are shrinking as I type. Of course I do know that's nonsense, but it still is my little internal freak-out in that space where logic doesn't reach. I guess we will know more tomorrow.