This morning I shuffled myself back into Clinic One for a pregnancy test. Today, when they call with the results of my bloodwork, the two week wait will officially end.
While we (okay, I), wait, I hope you’ll indulge me in some hopeless navel gazing: the yays and nays of why I might (not) be pregnant.
The Pregnancy Test:
I’ve only twice before needed to go in for a pregnancy test. One of those tests was negative, the other was Bingo. 50/50. Crap: that tells us nothing.
And no signs of bleeding, hence the need for the pregnancy test. Prior (unmedicated) luteal phases have ended 12 days after ovulation. I’m not on progesterone suppositories this time, so if blood is coming it should be coming. But I Googled (yes, I Googled), and apparently Femara can increase the length of the luteal phase by raising progesterone levels. Also, this is my first tracked cycle post-Bingo, and she may well have messed my cycle up. Still we know nothing.
On Sunday I grumpily declared to Sea and a handful of friends that this cycle had failed. I was cramping, it felt like my period was coming, despair set in. Three days later the cramping has continued on and off. Period warm-up stretches or pregnancy? Only my uterus knows.
I’m really, really tired. A toddler also woke me up at 5:20 this morning. Singing. I’d be worried if I wasn’t tired, frankly.
I’ve had moments where I feel like I’m on a ship, but that could also be psychosomatic. Or the result of getting up at 5:20. Or the fact that I ate Twizzlers for breakfast.
The other night, an episode of Modern Family nearly made me cry. When I was pregnant with Bingo, I could barely go on Facebook because posts about missing pets would leave me teary. Maybe I’m being overemotional. Maybe that’s a symptom of pregnancy. Or maybe the episode of Modern Family was just really sad.
And with that, gentle readers, I rest my case. So, while we wait for the phone to ring, yay or nay?