I took a pregnancy test this morning. It wasn’t positive.
Then again, it wasn’t negative, either. It wasn’t anything at all. Apparently, I had a defective test. There wasn’t even a line in the control window.
So maybe the universe is just telling me to chill out until Friday and wait for the blood test. I guess I’ll take the hint, if only because I have no more tests in the house.
I did take another one on Sunday, though, and that one was negative. But that was only 10 days after retrieval, which is too early, right? I mostly used it just to make sure the trigger shot was out of my system to prep for today’s test. So it’s okay that it was negative. I keep telling myself that.