Sigh. So. I'm in the shower today. I'm 5 days past my transfer. And I'm thinking in the shower how taking a HPT test would maybe be a good idea, you know, since I'm technically 8 DPO?!
Trust me, I know that 'this way madness lies' so I won't do it. But it's pretty funny to listen to the little battle of wills in my head:
Crazy Self: Do it! It'll be a BFP and then you can continue to think positive!
Rational Self: No, no. It's a waste of a test.
Crazy Self: But didn't you feel that tiny twinge in your uterus last night? It's a SIGN!
Rational Self: Um, you can't possibly be feeling 'signs' this early. And, dumbass, you are on progesterone!
Sigh. So, to keep myself busy, I've been knitting. A lot. In the past week I've almost finished 2 sweaters - one for my 4 year old niece for Christmas, and another for one of the little embryos that is hopefully nestling itself in for the long haul. It's a good way to help pass the time. I've been relaxing since Thursday - I was very good with the whole chair rest thing.... and then this weekend my only big outing was to the yarn store (supplies!). And today I have off work.
9 more sleeps until we test.