...of steel? ...breaking down? ...non-existant? Yikes. I feel good. I am nervous. I am all over the map and I have only be awake for an hour. I'm barely halfway through my cup of coffee.
I don't know what it is today. Maybe it is the anticipation of family stuff this weekend... "How are YOU?" blah. Or maybe it is the estradiol giving me a (sometimes twice) daily run to the bathroom. Or it might be the Crinone discharge that is freaking me out! Or maybe it is that I am 9dp5dt and I have read other bloggers who have reached for a HPT at this point and I am afraid to do the same.
I just want to live in peaceful oblivion right now and get through the weekend without a vague HPT dictating how the next few days will go.