It feels like I've been sucker-punched. The "what if" is overwhelming at the moment.
What if I'd checked the box?
What if I'd taken a "good" test?
What if a good test would have been positive, and I'd have called Dr. Gibbs at week 5?
Daina, Mandie, Val -- tell me it wouldn't have mattered. Tell me that I couldn't have prevented it. Because as the weeks come really close to one month, I can't help but ache and hurt and wonder, still, if I was just too stressed, too busy, too preoccupied.
Or maybe my body just wasn't ready....
Anyway, the tests are in the garbage.
(Mom, if you're reading this, don't worry, I'm fine. I just had to vent for a second, you know?)
Okay, back to discovering just how many bars of Irish Spring really are hiding in the closet. Gotta love bulk buying at Costco... ;)