It is 13 dpo, and we have held out on poas this time round. K wasn’t that keen to do it last time and thought it made the result harder to take, so this time we’re just relying on the blood test (to be taken first thing tomorrow).
I think we’re both pretty sure it will be negative, K had some cramping around implantation time so we got a bit excited about that, but feels like AF is just around the corner now.
It’s been a weird tww this time round, we were both pretty down after the IUI fiasco and since then K has been very stressed at work, as well as having a bit of a sinus infection so feeling pretty lousy because of that.
We did have a 3 day weekend last week, K took a sickie after the athletics disaster so I took one too and we rented the first season dvd of Flight of the Conchords (which was brilliantly funny and a good choice to lift the depression).
As well as all that, K had more blood tests; one 1dpo to check if the levels were dropping (they were and the nurse said that the IUI timing was ‘perfect), and then again 9dpo to check her progesterone levels. The results were all fine and well but left her feeling like a bit like a pin cushion.
We’re also considering taking the next month or two off for a few reasons, so that’s a bit more pressure with that but we’ll see what happens.
I dunno, we’re still hoping for a positive of course but just not so confident as last time. But then, last time we were wrong anyway so who knows.
*incidentally, I had this internal argument with myself last week shortly after the IUI (when I was thinking that K definitely wouldn’t get pregnant). I theorized that as good things happen when you least expect them, K could be pregnant after all (because we were expecting a negative result). Then I got excited about the possibility at which point my theory was out the window because I was now expecting a positive not a negative.*
Just the typical crazy thoughts of someone knee deep in the tww.