This morning H's bloody alarm went off at 6am. That was not helpful. I lay there for 10 minutes, trying to get back to sleep, while he drifted off again. At 610 Pob started her morning chat. If we leave her she often goes back down until about 7, so I lay there listening to her for a while, then gave up, grabbed the monitor, and came downstairs. I went to the loo, then started cleaning. I poured the water for Pob's bottle. I washed up the two bottles from yesterday afternoon and night. I washed up the pans and dishes left in the sink. I washed up her water cups. I emptied the dishwasher. I put the coffee on.
In between each task, in the space around the full stops so to write, I examined the peestick I'd laid out on its instructions. Not that I need the instructions you know, just so as to keep it off the kitchen counter. The last time I had a peestick on the kitchen counter it was already saying 'pregnant', but that was 19 months ago. This one stayed snowy white. It's still snowy white. As I suspected, not pregnant.
It's 8dp3dt so it's possible it's too early. But not convincingly. I've been pregnant three times. The first time I got a positive at 10dp2dt, a clear strong no-doubt-about-it positive, which means it would almost certainly have been positive the day before. My beta on 12dp2dt was 251 and doubled beautifully. At six weeks the embryo had no heartbeat, and at 8 weeks I had an ERPC.
The second time I was pregnant my test at 10dp2dfet was equivocally positive. I didn't notice the positive at the time, only when I re-examined it after my positive but low beta at 12dp2dfet of 70. That pregnancy never went anywhere.
The third time I tested on the evening of approximately 13dpo, and it was clearly, strongly, positive. A beta at 15dpo came back in the 250s. That was Pob.
So you see, a negative at this stage is either a clear negative, much more likely with my crappy embryos, or a weak positive which won't go anywhere. Sadly Kath and I don't get to do it again together. It hasn't worked.