I am a complete basket case today.
Before we went to bed last night, I lounged on the couch with Catch lamenting my complete lack of symptoms. No cramps. No twinges. No sore boobs. Nothing.
I tossed and turned forever last night. I don’t know when I finally drifted off, but I woke up at 2 am needing to pee and then proceeded to toss and turn for another eternity. Sometime in that eternity, I started feeling lots of uncomfortable tightness in the region of my uterus. I got very hopeful. I convinced myself that it’s totally going to work. Unfortunately, now that I am officially alert, I am fairly certain I dreamed it all because there was also a strange bit about hanging out with someone who was unconscious after a head injury and really wanting to take a pregnancy test, but not having any with me.
The night before, I had a dream about a sea turtle. I woke up convinced that a seat turtle must be some great symbol of fertility, but alas… not so. Apparently, “To see a sea turtle in your dream indicates that you are cautious when it comes to expressing your emotions. You may also be a little emotionally sheltered.”
This is going to be a really, really long week. Beta is still a very full, very painful week away. I am back at work today, and while part of me misses my little nest of blankets on the couch where I felt like our embryos were safe and warm, part of me is also hoping for some distraction.
Please, please, please let this work.