It’s this waiting. I am hoping my overly emotional, cranky, tired, twingey state is indicative of pregnancy. And yesterday I secretly had this feeling, that yay, yes, I was pregnant. But last night and today have been all downhill.
I want to pee on a stick, but there are no early indicator sticks in Peru, as far as I can tell. My MIL told me yesterday that up until the 50s they would just inject a frog with a woman’s urine. And if it spawned the next day, she was pregnant. I really love frogs, they are one of my favourite animals. But I did think fleetingly it might be worth a shot. (The frog does not die, apparently, tho I am sure it’s not thrilled at being injected with pee)
I want to be hopeful, but the hope scares me … I know how devastating it is when the hope fizzles out.
So I either will go buy a crappy test this afternoon and try it out tomorrow or just hang in there till Thursday for my blood test. If I could fast forward these next three days, I totally would. Whatever anyone has to say about wishing your life away.