7 dpo: BBT was 98.7. So it was 98.7, 98.1, now 98.7, that looks like a dip. I woke up at 4 am on my own, I was done sleeping but I stayed in bed and tried to sleep until 7 am, my usual wake up time. At 6 I couldn't stand it anymore and took my temp and got up to pee! I went for my walk with my neighbor and then came back to FF to start comparing my chart and see what's going on with my temp. I know I should relax, not think about it, go on and wait for AF to be late or not late, but what the heck is the point to temping if I'm not seeing the cycle averages are and seeing what it could possibly mean? I found lots of charts that my chart so far resembled, but it would appear I need 2-3 more days of temps to have a better idea. I am hoping I find some spotting today and then that would correlate to a possible IMPLANTATION! If I don't I could still be in the running but wouldn't it be great if I were? Oh to daydream of Our Time...
I would wake up at 7 am on a Saturday morning, sneak to the bathroom to POAS and anxiously wait for those two precious pink lines to appear, and when they did I would say my silent tear-filled prayer of thanks to God. He would smile and let me know He loved me. Then I would slip back into bed where DH still slept and I would whisper to him, "we're pregnant." And we'd both cry. Oh, to dream. Next week I'll look back at this post and either I'll be pregnant, or I won't be, and I can say a dip? Yes it was!! Or, a dip? No, dear, that was just your estrogen surge. At least now you know what that looks like. Hopeful and prepared, will get us through.
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