...frustrating. On the good side: Cait and I have mustered our strength to resist the sticks. There has been no stick-peeing for over 48 hours, and we will hold strong until I am officially late (if
that should happen, which we don't
actually anticipate). On the confusing side: my temps have plateaued -- at exactly the same temperature three days running, which is SO weird for me --above the coverline, but way lower than they were over the weekend. This is a very unusual chart. Still no explanation for the positive HPTs followed by the totally negative beta. Oh, yeah, we got the number on the beta: <2, which indicates to me that the HPTs were NOT the last gasp of an extraordinarily short chemical.
*If* there is a proto-child in there -- and I do recognize the near-impossibility of that -- there's no doubt it's our stuborn, contrary, marching-to-the-beat-of-no-other-drummer child. If only it's true. :)