Today I am officially one day late.

The roller coaster seems to be off the track and we can’t figure out what the hell is going on. We are surprisingly excited, given that we’ve been praying that it didn’t work so that we could move on to the KD. And we still would ideally like to use him. But given the possibility that the sperm may have caught the egg and IMPLANTED, it’s hard not to get excited and dream of telling our family at Christmas.

I am eleven days past ovulation. I have no signs of getting my period (except for one zit), my BBT continues to climb, my breast are still sore (we’re going on eight days here), and I am going insane. I took a test today. It was negative. I know it’s too early. The plan is to wait till Wednesday to take another one.

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