See, I was going to write a non-IVF related post about ice-cream flavours and other diversions, following Kath's lead. But I was busy enough at work yesterday that I didn't get round to it. And today I've been feeling too terrified at the knowledge of that peestick test coming up tomorrow morning to write anything light hearted and smiley. Instead I've been watching television, reading the paper, reading your blogs, and freaking out.
I did decide that the peestick left over from the last cycle wasn't good enough to be the deciding factor in my happiness tomorrow morning, so I've just been out to buy a new stock. And of course I decided that since I had them, I might as well try them out. So I have just christened the first peestick of IVF#3. Yes, in the middle of the afternoon, and with relatively dilute urine. So tell me I shouldn't despair that it was negative? That I should ignore that vast expanse of snowy whiteness? Yes, I can hear you from here. Sadly I'm not apparently paying any attention.
I've hidden the packaging from H, who is out. I don't want him to know yet because he'll despair and I can't bear to break his heart just yet. I'll do another one tomorrow morning, and then we'll see.