I started spotting on Friday and I knew it was game over. I just waited for the blood to arrive. I wrote “I’m at 16DPO with a temp dropping ever so slowly. After 16 decent temperatures, most women would test by now but I know my body too well. It’s trying to trick me again. A late period for me is exactly what it says on the can – a late period. It will arrive, just late. If it doesn’t come by Day 30 of my cycle, I know it’ll arrive by Day 33. It always does.
The waiting is painful because no matter how well I know my body and can predict the outcome, there is always still a glimmer of hope. Hope just makes it all so much worse.”
Fertility Friend prompted me to test after seeing 18 high temperatures. It was a strong BFN. Yet hope led me to googling all sorts. Like so many others I just wanted a miracle, I wanted to be one of those stories that end up with an unsuspected BFP.
But Day 33 arrived, a Monday no less and so did the blood.
Here’s to a fresh cycle – time to kick the Monday blues! Afterall.. it will happen… it just wasn’t meant to be this time.