Today is 12dpIUI, and my spotting is nowhere to be found.
Doubling up my dose made a HUGE difference, and progesterone is now one of my most dear friends.
Although I am supposed to wait until Wednesday (14dpo) to test, I woke up in a panic this morning at 4:51am and decided that I absolutely HAD to test. I fumbled into the bathroom in the dark and tried to open the HPT box. Once I mastered crushing the cardboard and ripping it to shreds, I made my way down the hall to the guest bathroom where I figured I would be less likely to wake up my poor sleeping husband. Now at my destination, I attempted to break open the plastic wrap on the test with no luck. I pulled at it, bit at it, and finally squeezed the sucker out the top.
I swear, those things are more child proof then medicine caps.
Finally I sat on the toilet, ready to do my thing...and realized I didn't have a cup. I always pee in a cup, then dip the stick in. But I was so frustrated at this point that I just decided to go for it, I was finally going to POAS instead of PIAC.
Not only did I make a complete mess, but my body decided I didn't really have to pee that much-I barely made the required 5 seconds of urinating-even though my bladder is usually bursting at 6am. Feeling defeated, I finally capped the stupid test and set it up on the counter, splashing and dripping urine all over myself and my no-longer-clean bathroom vanity. And to make things worse?
The test was completely defective.
No lines whatsoever showed up. And since I peed on the stick instead of in a cup, I didn't have any urine left to try another test. I suppose that's what I get for not being patient; I guess I'll never learn.
But the good news is that my spotting finally seems to be under control, and even if don't achieve a pregnancy this month, I'll be happy with at least that.
No, that's a big fat lie. I want to be pregnant.