So I took a test once we were home from Australia. Even more of a teaser is that about 5 days prior, I had a small amount of blood when wiping and then NOTHING. Not a hint of blood for 5 days. Ummm, hello??!! Does this not sound like implantation? Well, that's what I thought.
To make matters worse, nothing sucks more than taking a pregnancy test the morning AFTER having a dream about getting a positive test. I thought that, perhaps, this was a sign: some cosmic womanly phenomenon that allowed me to see into the future. Or perhaps the dream was an instinctual apparition?
So yeah, I was kind of jacked up. Excited. Even after two minutes of waiting for that second line to appear, I was still expectant. Then three minutes, four minutes. I finally conceded defeat after 5 minutes. However, that did not stop me from placing the stupid test into the garbage carefully, so that I might be able to see the result window when going to the bathroom. Yes, I am shameless. I even reached in to pick it back up the next day-just to make sure that the now present evaporation line didn't have any color. It didn't. I've come full circle, I guess. Time to call the specialist and get back in there before the crazy starts...
Alexandra and her cousin, Rylee