Last night, the baby dreams came back. Crap. This two week wait was going so well. It was a BFP dream. Actually woke myself up annoyed. I hate those.
Retaliated by prepping myself for the more ammicable dreams which I have been having for the last 10 days of stainless appliances, hardwood floors, closet organizers, central air, a second bathroom, a dog, etc.
One more week before I can get tested. (I know it will be 16 DPI, but my test day should be on the 4th, and my clinic is closed.) Doesn't matter, I am sure I will get AF before then. She usually comes earlier for medicated cycles by a few days. Lets hope she is heavier than a paper cut so that I know it is her.
All right, must focus on some work.