It's nice and all to be hopeful for the 16 days between the insemination and the blood test, but the day before the blood test is terrifying. Everything little thing means something. This morning, my temperature dropped to 98.1.
Before the test, you can be hopeful, you can imagine, you can even rub your belly and pretend that there's really a baby in there. After the test, if it comes back negative, that's it. It's definitive. It's over. It's back to the drawing board.
I don't know if I can go back to the drawing board. And that scares me more than anything else.
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the wild and windy night, that the rain washed away, has left a pool of tears, crying for the day
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