The wait goes onI always swore if and when this happened that I would just enjoy it as long as it lasted. Easier said than done. I'm 5w3d and anxiously awaiting a symptom of any sort. If I could just have a momentary bout of nausea, a flash of discomfort in a boob, an unexpected trip to the loo, then I could start to think maybe, just maybe this will last.
I know I am (was) pregnant, I have no problem saying the "P" word, but the baby thing is not within my sights just yet. There's a good bit of pregnancy to overcome before a frequently disappointed woman will start to think of new life.
I could be negative and say that my boobs are no longer very veiny, today's HPT is slightly lighter than yesterday's, and my temp is down slightly. But that wouldn't do anyone any good, and how significant is one day's events anyway?
Instead I'll cling to the odd burp, a moment of dizziness when I've stood up too quickly. And the knowledge that after all this time, we can get pregnant.