7 days past ovulation. i have no pregnancy symptoms at all.
i drank last night. 3 beers.
part of me wants to be hopeful and think there is a chance that one day of baby making in the car was enough.
but the other part is used to disappointment and will not be surprised if it didn't work.
so i drank 3 beers. because why put my life on hold at this point? it is the giant "what if" constantly on my mind and i am getting tired of the heartache.
and beer is delicious. it's not like i was taking shots of tequila.
the waiting is the worst.
i wish i could sit down with my husband and make a plan. a concrete plan. something we both sign and initial. it would go something like....if, in 6 months from now, we have not conceived by sporadic, on a whim, champagne induced techniques, we will give it a real go and eff daily like rabbits. sign here, here, and initial here.
so 6 months from now would be....october.
i might run this by him. i doubt he would sign.