Doot Doo Doo Doo Doot Doo Doo

Nothing to report here. Which is at this point, perhaps a good thing. Temp is still the same baffling exact temperature (now FOUR days running -- and no, I don't think the thermometer's broken, but I'll double check when I get home this evening). No sign of things we don't want to see. No dramatic new signs or symptoms. Everything's pretty much exactly the way it's been since Sunday.

Actually, there is something to report. We did try to distract ourselves last night by going to the Indigo Girls concert. But it kind of backfired. The concert was FABULOUS but not exactly distracting. We just lay there under the stars saying, "It doesn't make any sense, but I still have a good feeling about this cycle," back and forth to each other. And we really do. And my boobs have been even more sensitive yesterday and today (but that's not a NEW symptom).

So, um, we tested when we got home last night. I know, I know. Just one line. No hint of a second. (Except when Cait pulled it back out of the trash this morning there was a faint faint line. But we REALLY KNOW that doesn't mean diddly.) But for some reason we're still hanging on to hope...