Today I am 11 DPO. My temp is higher than yesterday, and I still have no sign of AF. Not one cramp, nada, zip, zilch. So why do I call this post Putting My Head Back On Straight? Early in the morning, 2:30 to be exact, I woke up and had some trouble falling back to sleep. The One was sound asleep, and I did not want to wake him. I slipped out of bed and went to the window, hoping to see some of the meteor shower. As the lights flashed across the sky, I thought logically. We have been trying to get pregnant for over a year. At this point, we want it so very badly that the reason normally possessed by us gets all skewed.
I believe in a positive attitude. But I also believe in cautious optimism. No matter how many months you get AF after being SO sure it is your month, it still stings. I do not want to feel that sting, not this month. So I am thinking that I am just going to wait for AF to show. If she does, then I was prepared, and if she doesn’t, well, then we will cross that bridge when we get to it.
Two days to go. I totally can handle this.