June 30th, 2011. CD29, 16DPO.
So, it was another BFN this morning. Not that I’m surprised or anything, but my temp had made quite a jump, and so of course I had to have the following conversation with myself on the way to the bathroom to POAS:
Don’t get your hopes up, Tracy. Just because your temp rose this late in your cycle doesn’t necessarily mean you’re pregnant. It’s probably just a fluke. We can always blame it on the husband leaving the window open. Just don’t set yourself up for disappointment… again.
And wouldn’t you know it? My subconscious was right, as usual. That one bright blue line stared at me from the bathroom counter, mocking me, daring me to pee on something else for a similar result.
I did not take the dare. I’m realistic. I know when to throw in the towel, and for today, this is enough.
Oh, one more thing. I’ve had this song stuck in my head since I woke up, and I feel like it’s appropriate. Enjoy.
Just Stop Trying and It Will Happen... 