So according to a little fancy pee stick, I ovulated last Tuesday, which would put me at 8DPO today. I know you're supposed to behave like you're pregnant during the TWW, but I'm bad and have had a few cans of Cherry Coke Zero. You can't hold it against me though- I'm on night shifts this week. My very last night set of night shifts before moving to a job with all days. Halle-freakin-lujah. Besides, caffeine doesn't really count between the hours of 10pm and 5am. I can justify the caffeine by saying that surely my zygote hasn't implanted yet, right? Right?
And let's be honest- this is only the second cycle my body has produced on its own. So there's not much chance of it being successful. I mean, I ovulated on CD21, for godssake. That can't be a really fertile day to ovulate, right? I remember reading something about late ovulators having bad eggs... I should look it up but I'd rather convince myself that this cycle is futile. Leave it to my lazy ovaries to show up to the party late.
I don't FEEL preggo, though I don't really know what that feels like. I haven't had any implantation spotting, my stomach is feeling a wee bit crampy this morning, but it's probably from the spanikopita my coworker forced me to eat, you know, in the spirit of party-time-last-nights-working-together. I swear I'm being good food-wise the rest of the time. My boobs are sore, but that happened the last time I cycled on my own. Sore through the whole freakin' luteal phase. The last few days before my period, I had to hold the girls as I walked down stairs, the only alternative to wearing a sports bra permanently. Oh, and did I mention my last luteal phase lasted 27 days? For realz. That's a lotta sore boob-ness.
So let's hope that I haven't over-caffeinated the hypothetical brand new baby in my belly. The one I don't want to say I hope is there because I don't want to be disappointed again. The one I feel numb about hoping for, because it's easier to stay neutral than sob when you take the HPT on day 14. Which I'll do anyways 'cause that's how I roll.
God I'm whiny and anal-retentive.