Monday, January 14th, 2013. CD24, 10DPO.
I’ve been having some crazy dreams the past few nights, and last night was no exception.
I tossed and turned with some of the vivid situations playing out in my head, and then I just woke up. From that point on, I think I just hovered on the edge of sleep and waking, and little wisps of sad dreams floated by until my alarm went off.
I feel like this restless night was probably a big part of the reason why my temp dipped so low today, but a small part of me hopes that maybe it’s an implantation dip. (A slightly bigger part of me, that has the voice of my friend Kboo, knows that I shouldn’t count on temps at all during a medicated cycle, lol…)
The “dream” I was having just before I woke for good was not a happy one.
I was basically flipping through images of all of my friends and family, counting how many children they had all brought into the world since the husband and I started trying for a baby of our own in March of 2009.
It seems like hundreds.
Couples have met, dated, gotten engaged, married, honeymooned and then procreated in that amount of time. We’ve just been stuck, stagnant, trying in vain for what seems so far away.
I try not to wallow, but when you’re dreaming, you’re a captive to your subconscious.
I woke up on that sad, bitter note, and I’m finding it difficult to trudge my way up out of the funk.
On a somewhat lighter note, I have continued to test out the Ovidrel trigger over the weekend, and can report that this morning’s test was so barely-there that I’m calling it a BFN.
Here’s hoping for some pink lines to wrap up the week…