I was exhausted last night. We were all in bed by 8pm.
About 11pm I woke up from a dead sleep, and was so uncomfortably hot I couldn’t bear to toss and turn and possibly wake up hubby. So I ventured downstairs and watched CNN and some late-night TV.
By midnight I had talked myself into totally being pregnant. By 12:15am, I talked myself out of it. And before I walked back upstairs at 1am, I had vacillated between the two at least 5 times.
The good news is my stomach issues are a little better from yesterday.
I had a brief moment this morning when I almost reached for the HPT, but that passed. I’m finding that not knowing is probably the best thing for me right now.
Sunday is my nephew’s birthday party, so that should keep me occupied from obsessing. If I make it to tomorrow without testing, I know I can make it to Monday.
One way or another.