We're up in the North of England, at our cottage here, for the long weekend. It's a wonderful, peaceful place, and we've been making the most of the sunny, windy weather by taking long walks and exploring our favourite places. I've got work to do but have avoided it so far.
I'm keeping myself busy with the DBTs. My boobs have returned to normal size, and I've still got no other symptoms other than copious amounts of CM. No nausea, no veins showing up, no special tastes or food aversions. I'm just as I always am, with extra lumps in my bum and weight around my middle. Of course I'm having periods of being absolutely convinced that it's all over. I know there's nothing in this list to make that true, but I am panicking nonetheless.
I really upset H this morning by telling him I was convinced that it was all over. He trusts my instincts, after I knew the day before IVF#1 was officially over that it was all for naught. He has regained a bit of optimism after a very blowy walk around the harbour this morning, and has gone out to buy some (hard, pasteurised) cheese for our lunch. Me, I'm not entirely pessimistic but really not convinced either. I keep panicking about how I get through tomorrow if it's bad news. I guess I'll cope, just as I always do. I was about to write that I was hoping that it would be good news but I seem to be beyond hope right now. I just wish I'd develop some bloody symptoms so I wouldn't have to second guess this every time! I didn't bring any peesticks with me so I don't even have that crutch.
Well, this time tomorrow we'll know.