My plan had been to pee in a container this morning, refrigerate the pee until I went to the RE's office for bloodwork and my allergist for my shots, pick up a HPT on the way home and TEST. This plan would (1) allow me to not cry my way through my morning, and (2) give me a chance to pick up a HPT. (I didn't trust myself to buy one earlier in the week.)
But I woke up at 4:35 this morning with the thought: "Hey, do I still have a HPT from last year?" Guess what? I did.
Seriously, who expected me to resist?
The news is good, though I wish the line were darker. Silly, silly me.
I'm relieved, but so amped up/shaky I don't know how I'm going to get back to sleep.
A warning for all of you newish readers who are inclined to jump up and down and congratulate me: I'VE BEEN HERE FOUR TIMES. THIS IS GOOD NEWS, BUT IT'S JUST STEP ONE.
Beta later today. I'll post.
(You know what I love about this blog? You're finding out before J, who is blissfully sleeping away.)
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Update: BETA = 326!