The HPT

I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the thought that possibly, just possibly, I had conceived naturally made me feel like the Earth was going to tilt off its axis and screw up the seasons, the tides, the length of a day, and whatever else depends on it. (Did you know that the earthquake in Chile caused the Earth to shift on its axis and actually shortened the length of a day by 1.26 millionths of a second?)

So thank goodness for all of us. All is right with the world. I am not preggers. Not yet.

I had never tried a digital HPT (and I'm not so much into HPTs anyway) but one came free with a package of OPKs, so I used it this morning. It was rather insulting, blinking at me like that: "Not Pregnant." "Not Pregnant." "Not Pregnant." I breathed a sigh of relief, tossed it in the garbage, and went about my day.

Relief? Well, yes, pretty much. I mean what if it had been positive? I would have been scared to death that the one embryo that finally decided to stick was genetically abnormal -- unlike the fabulous five embryos waiting for me in Denver that passed their genetic tests with flying colors. My Plan is to have a transfer on April 22. Any veering off The Plan is just not acceptable at this point. 

I found out that I have until Monday for AF to arrive. If she doesn't arrive by Monday, then The Plan will have to change. Please AF, come and see me!