crazy.
Well he's always known I'm a little nuts...but he now thinks I've totally lost it. Though I started this last un-medicated cycle telling myself "don't get your hopes up...it's not gonna happen...", what can I say? I got my hopes up. Let me tell ya...this two week wait has been a killer. The worst of them all. Every little twinge and cramp gets me thinking, "maybe those parts really do work!"
Then I make the mistake of sharing these hopes with Hubby. Pointless. Instead of filling my head with all sorts of dreams and possibilities, he says "Don't over think it..." or "Stop analyzing!" and "Whatever happens will happen..." Well, duh.
My biggest mistake was telling him I had POAS (several times, in fact). Of course they were all negative and of course I was disappointed. In other words, I should have listened to him and refrained from taking any more tests. Did I listen? Nope. Took another one this morning. Of course it was another negative. The fertility gods couldn't even give me a glimmer of a line!? Something? Nope...clear as day...just one line.
Moral of the story: Hubby thinks I'm nuts for constantly getting my own hopes up. I guess I should be greatful that he hasn't gotten as hopeful as I have in the last few days...I don't think I could bear having him stare at those little plastic strips, waiting for the two lines with me. One crazy person is enough in this marriage.
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