Symptom Watch is boring. My cramps were terrible by Saturday evening and I really thought it would be game over on Sunday. In actual fact, by Sunday the cramp had done a runner and I didn’t have it no more. Nothing. Nada. I was still as bloated as Father Christmas after he’s eaten all the mince pies and sherry on 24th December, but no cramp. I spent a while doing what any other sane person would do on a 2WW – I searched Google for clues. I didn’t find any.
So yeah, symptom watch is boring. This morning I woke up and my cramp was back with a vengeance. I’m currently 8dp2dt and Official Test Day is Friday. It felt like my period was about to start and I was uncomfortable and sore (still am come to think of it, so what is going on with my tenses I do not have a good answer for).
I made some lemon cupcakes to cheer myself up (result: look like dog sick, but taste really good. Standard outcome of all my cooking adventures), and I went for a walk down the river into town. I saw approximately 50 pregnant women, 250 women with babies and 1 mad man shouting at ducks. Because 5 pregnancy tests aren’t enough, I swung by the chemist and bought some more with pink dye ‘cos I heard on the grapevine those are more sensitive. I ambled back along the river through the dappled shade and read my book in the sun for half an hour. So far, so nice.
I don’t know how to say this without being gross, so I won’t try and I’ll just be gross. I felt something of a “discharge” from “down there” on my walk home. Nobody looked at me funny (the mad man did, but he was talking to ducks so we can discount him), so I thought it couldn’t be anything too drastic. On inspection I was right and it wasn’t too drastic. A little tiny bit of brown blood. A little tiny bit of brown blood that looks suspiciously like the little tiny bit of brown blood that arrives just before my period starts.
I didn’t need anymore persuading. I took a test.
I was about to end the post there just to be annoying, but I won’t.
The test was quite clearly (but faintly) positive.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I still can’t believe my eyes. I kept trying to sneak up on it; like if I caught it by surprise it might reveal itself to be lying.
I’m aware that it’s very early days still, but whatever. I’m excited. I hope the positive line keeps making an appearance until Friday, but even if it doesn’t I still know that at least one of my average little embryos made it this far. I am currently the most pregnant I have ever been in my life and I am taking today as a win.
Betty 1 – Infertility 0.