I freely admit that the panty checking and loo paper inspections are at level OBSESSIVE. Every time I feel a little “wet” down there I rush to the loo and do the panty check.
So far so good. No more red blood. When I cleaned out the crinone residue this morning it did have quite a bit of brown blood in it but I’m taking brown blood as a good sign. Previously when I’ve had brown blood it’s always turned to red blood rather quickly so again, leap of faith, I’m believing that the fact that I’ve not had anymore bleeding is a good sign.
I’m swinging on the giant pendulum regarding POAS before beta day. I’ve only got 3 more sleeps left. It almost seems pointless to now go and buy a HPT and pee on it. Almost. I’ve taken Friday off so that either way I’ll be at home to celebrate & cry or drown my sorrows and cry. *sigh* I know I’m overthinking this. But the overthinking? It’s how I cope – this is what I do in times of strife, I think and I put the pieces of the puzzle together, break it apart put it back together another way… and somehow it gets me through.
Gotta dash – panty check!