The crazier I get.
I started this two week wait determined to stay sane and happy and distracted. Well. That did NOT happen.
I spent the first week on the couch nursing my sex injury. So the first week went by pretty fast and easy.
This second week... well not so much. I was ok until yesterday when I decided to test even though I knew it was too early and I was bound to be disappointed. And I was. Big freaking negative.
I was really upset.
Until I drove my husband to work and almost threw up in the car. He works barely ten minutes from our apartment and I barely made it back in the house before I ran for the bathroom and threw up. I puked for the first time in over a year and a half.
Thankfully, I only had cranberry juice in my stomach. And, sadly, after many years on the club scene this is NOT the first time that I have thrown up cranberry juice.
And just like that I was back in the game. I was so excited that I puked!! The nausea lasted a few more hours but didn't throw up again.
So far my symptoms have been sore boobs, heartburn, a lot of difficulty sleeping, exhaustion, you can see the veins in my boobs like crazy (I know... not sexy at all), and now nausea and puking. Oh, and my sense of smell seems to be a bit more sensitive.
Today, I felt ok for most of the day until about ten minutes ago... the nausea hit and I frantically jammed about 5 mints in my mouth hoping that it helps. So far not so much luck with that.
So, I am still waiting. And yes I still have hope but why the HELL can't I be one of those women who gets a really early positive?
That would really make this so much easier for me.