Just got back from our anniversary meal. There's a local restaurant we like going to for special occasions, we always check the traffic before setting off anywhere and we noticed there was a double crash reported on the stretch of road we were going to take!
We worked out a short detour, then got it wrong because it turns out the car satnav works better when tethered to our phones (d'oh!), so we got back on the stretch of road we originally planned to take thinking it would be gridlocked and.... it was clear! Technology, eh?
Anyway, luckily we got to the restaurant on time and had a lovely meal. As we were leaving, a car parked up nearby and someone got out with a newborn, the sweet little'un must have been only weeks old. DH nearly crumbled, bless him. I paused and rubbed his arm while trying not to well up.
I'm dreading Thursday as that's when AF is due (CD35). I'm still not testing as I just can't take another negative test, especially not now. All I can think of is that CP I had and that maybe there is a bean in there, I just don't know. If not, then cycle #6 awaits and maybe the fertility clinic will finally have a slot for DH to do a semen analysis. CD32, 11DPO today.
I have a feeling our week off will end on a low note, and if it does, then it does. Just sucks because we're due to see the in-laws over the weekend and if I'm bleeding, we're both going to be feeling so shit about it while knowing MIL got pregnant with DH so fast. She's not the type to rub it in our faces, it's just the knowledge there, like it's taunting us.