Thank you all for being so lovely - specially yinger for being so generous on a morning when you must be feeling a bit fragile.
OK, so here are the headlines: last week I was absolutely convinced I was premenstrual (some of you probably remember me kvetching). I had cramps and felt totally hormonal, tense, weepy, ratty. I had no pg symptoms AT ALL. Over the weekend I started feeling a little sick, but nothing unusual. Monday was my due date and I started feeling definitely nauseous. Of course I immediately started this dialogue in my head, 'I could be pregnant!' versus 'Don't be stupid, you've probably just snaffled down too much chocolate - you can't possibly be pg, you barren premenstrual old witch'. Tuesday morning I knew I would start driving myself crazy if I didn't see a BFN, so I tested. Went and lay on my hotel bed (I was at a residential conference) and lay there for ages, thinking I couldn't bear to check the test and that my heart would break if I had to see one more BFN after the dozens I have had in my time.
Then I went and looked, and was completely stunned to see a pale pink line...
Had to spend the next two days in residential conference wanting to scream at people, 'I'm having a miracle baby! Kneel and worship!' but of course having to pretend I was totally interested in other things.
Am now feeling:
sick
tired
excited
unreal
dazed
scared that I will miscarry
so, so happy that I have taken the first step to becoming a mother
thrilled to know that I am fertile, despite complete absence of EWCM and rapidly advancing years
There's two more things I want to say that this thread is getting embarrassingly long so will do so in next post...