I'm in the 2WW with September 1 as my next anticipated visit from AF. This weekend, I bought a 3-pack of First Response HPTs and set up my testing schedule: Wednesday, Friday, Sunday.
Last night, my three-year old slept badly, causing me to wake up multiple times. Time in the middle of the night to think about things is dangerous.
Conversation with myself ensues:
Would testing a day earlier make a difference?
No, of course not. One day is completely arbitrary. Amiright? Or amiright, self?
Oh, you're totally right. At the same time, the First Response Test people's online test to determine the earliest day their product could provide a BFP is Wednesday. So, I should wait.
Wait? Why??? It's one day.
At some point, I fall asleep (around 2:30 a.m. or so). Then the testing dreams begin. I'm with some stranger who thinks she may be pregnant. I offer her one of my three tests (which for whatever reason involves a shoe-lace type thing) to take. She takes it and needs help interpreting it. I look at it with her and am confused.
Then, it's my turn. I POAS and have the same confusion in reading the test. I take the test to a large group of women who huddle around the test, attempting to make sense of it. <<End dream>>
Anyway, yeah. Now I'm dreaming about testing.
So, patience is not a virtue I possess (not news to me). So, I POAS and BFN.
Now, of course I'm disappointed. First, because I caved and tested a day earlier. Second, because it's a BFN. Third because seriously I TRULY BELIEVE I'M PREGNANT.
I know. I know. I tested too early. Bad me.
I'll now wait until Thursday before trying again. I've written this post to refer to when I get the urge to POAS tomorrow morning (that's WHEN not IF). I want to remind myself how awful it felt this morning to have a stupid HPT ruin my morning, darken my mood, and not enjoy spending time with my daughter before dropping her at daycare before coming in to work.