Confessions of an HPT Junkie, Part 2 (8dpo)

Well, I decided I couldn't resist the experiment. So I took another FRER both yesterday and today; both were positive, but today's was a barely-there-really-have-to-squint-to-see-it pale pink. So light that it will be unquestionably negative tomorrow, unless, perhaps, I actually am pregnant. You know that means that I absolutely cannot test tomorrow, right? Because while I have never approached any cycle as "PUPO" (which is scientifically inaccurate at best), I'm rather enjoying this hormonal limbo where I truly can't know (and even a blood test wouldn't be able to say whether it's Ovidrel-positive or real-deal-positive or a combo of both).

I've mostly been avoiding thinking about all this, but I've got that appointment with Dr. Gorgeous on Wed and need to prepare. I've been (not) thinking about why I don't want to do stimulated cycles and why I don't want to do donor egg and why I don't think I'm crazy for continuing to try, despite 2 years and an unspeakable sum of money I'd rather not think about. Mostly, I'm tired. And my throat is scratchy. And I'm running an intermittent low-grade fever. Which either means I'm pregnant or I'm getting a cold. Or maybe both.

Changes are coming to Something Remarkable. Thanks for listening.