Sunday, May 29th was five days past our 5-day transfer. I immediately got up and POAS. It was negative, as usual. While trying to get ready for church, I found myself looking up info about sensitivity of pregnancy tests. I read that the ones I'm using aren't very sensitive. That made me feel a little better. I was hoping for a positive by today. Hubby asked me if I tested and I told him yes. He asked the outcome and I shook my head. He looked as disappointed as I felt. I informed him that I discovered that I'm not using very sensitive tests and that I've read First Response Early Response is one I should be using instead.
We went to church and then out to eat some lunch with friends. On the way home, hubby suggested that we stop at the pharmacy and pick up a pack of the First Response tests. Someone must be as anxious as me. When we got home, I laid down and took an hour long nap. I'd only gotten up, gotten ready for church, and eaten. Why I needed a nap is beyond me.
When I got up, I had to pee again, so I tried one of the new tests. It was also negative. That made me disappointed again today. Twice in one day? That's just unnecessary torture on myself.
My husband leads a Sunday night worship group and we had the group over to our house that night for a cookout. I had some minor cramping in the left and center of my abdomen during the cookout. It was a grab and release type of cramp over and over. ugh. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? I wish I knew.
I found that I let things bother me today. I'm sure it was the fact that I got a BFN on 2 tests today. Fear is beginning to set in. I know it's early. I know I should not be torturing myself like this. But I am. And it's starting to scare me.