Give or take a week or so. Got disgusted yesterday with my due-date-less state and spent way too much time on my lunch break researching average hCG levels at 14dpo, and then extrapolating my numbers backwards for an estimated ovulation date of March 13.10 or 11. (Thanks, Kate!) Maybe. Which would make me 5w2d today. [...]

Not, you understand, that I wish to gag. I don’t. I hate yeching more than I hate almost anything in the world. But I am certainly wishing that all of the physical gagging I’ve been doing for the last 24 hours means something’s stirring in there, and not simply that I have an overactive gag [...]

with relief.  Which makes a nice change from wallowing in grief.  Though it is pretty damned strange to be feeling more pregnant than ever, while knowing that I’m not, and actively waiting to begin bleeding again.  Seriously whimpered this morning swinging the girls out of bed.   Ouch.   Oddly, (or maybe not, given my [...]

And the day-count marches on and on.  Only a week until I can begin obsessively testing.  Argh.  Let’s see: Early am period-type cramps, centered exactly where my uterus is?  Check. (Though nowhere near as noticeable as I’m hoping they become.) Peeing like mad all night and crossing my legs all day? Check. Sore boobs? Check.  [...]

I have a very faint positive on the HPT test I took this morning. Oh god oh god oh god oh god. Standard disclaimer here: I went out and bought expensive pregnancy tests because I’ve been leery about how fast the HCG shot appeared to leave my system using the internet-cheapies I’ve been obsessively peeing [...]

And I’m still obsessing. About anything/everything. Took an HPT test today, knowing it’s too early by any standards, but still unable to help myself. So another snowy white test strip is lined up next to its compare-to buddies in the meds. cupboard. And I’m trying to remind myself that a negative test right now is [...]

…and trying desperately to make it be from implantation, rather than, say, gas. Because gas would be, um, anti-climatic. And so in pursuit of this lofty goal, I spent much of today – when I should have been working – googling things like “4dp2dt cramps implantation” And, sure enough. Lots of women in my position [...]

And 5dpER, and the hand that the anesthesiologist savaged in his attempt to punch through my mighty mighty veins is still – or rather, is more – swollen and discolored than it was the day of retrieval – and that was pretty bad at the time. I was concerned enough yesterday to call my nurse, [...]