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... 
I hate those days. But you’re still in there with a shot right? Every extra day is a reason to hope xxx
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I do still have reason to hope, yes, and that’s the only reason I’m spending my day off being semi-productive and not half in the bottle. 😉
I’m giving it till after the 4th, and then I’m calling the RE to see if she thinks my girl-parts are broken.
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😦 This sucks. Hugs …
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Hang in there! You still have a shot!
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