I am now officially in the “I’m NOT pregnant” belief camp.
I made it through the cramps. I believed my uterus was stretching. I made it though the breast tenderness. Very typical pregnancy symptom. Tired, mood swings, this weird feeling of being full and hungry at the same time. Even a cold sore! I made it through all of them believing that this was the cycle.
Until gut rot showed up. I’ve mentioned this before, but this is a period indicator for me. Granted, I’ve never been pregnant so it’s entirely possible that it could also be a symptom of having a human growing in me, but it’s unlikely. This burning, bloated feeling most likely means I’m done for this month.
And it’s awful. I’m so down about it. I went to Micheal’s (craft store) with Cody and as we were leaving, I told him that I was sure he’d of reconsidered marrying me if he knew I couldn’t have babies. And then I bawled the entire drive home.
I feel bad for our partners. They have it worse, in a way. They’re also waiting during the last two weeks of our cycle(s). They hope, and wish, and pray just as much as the would-be-baby-carrier does. And when it crashes and burns to the ground, they have to put their own feelings aside for a bit and comfort us. Please make sure you acknowledge your partner. I don’t think I do often enough, and it makes me feel like such an ass.
I don’t officially get to find out if it’s a “yay” or “nay” until Friday. I still hope for the positive, but I’m definitely prepping for the negative. Miracles can happen, after all. They’re just really, really, unlikely.