12 DPO.

Two different answers. I don't like two different answers. Obviously, I like one of the answers better than the other but by now -- only 8 days past the booster -- I know better than to trust these things.

*sigh*

11 DPO.

BFN.

FML.

How many more acronyms can I shove into a post? Well, with my sore BBS and my profound disgust at TTC right now, the answer turns out to be quite a few.

KTHXBAI.

10 DPO.

I am fighting the urge to POAS. I don't know why. I know the line will be there, I injected myself full of the stuff not six days ago. Of course the line will be there. I don't know why I do this to myself, watching the line fade and dwindle and go back to blank -- usually moments before I wipe and discover AF is hanging out, just waiting.

Still, I don't think I'll win this one.

8 DPO.

Traveling has messed up my body clock and my awareness of what my body is doing, although to be fair that could be an overindulgence of English food as well. Curries, kebabs, pizza @ Mulberry street, dinners out, takeaways...God, I love this country, even if my waistline doesn't.

We've managed to get away with a minimum of being cooked at (my mother in law does not cook for you, she cooks at you -- Irish food aggression at its best) and have escaped with only one full English breakfast (a landing in England tradition) and two sausage sarnies. I think she feels thwarted, but not being cooked at is lovely.

Even so, I don't feel pregnant, and last time by 7 DPO I was *sure*, so I think I am going to need to assume that this cycle, too, is a bust. Our GP is happy to refer us directly to Guy's, do not pass go, do not collect £200...so at least there is that. I'll go as long as the insurance covers me but once that is up, I'll be on the next flight to England to start the Master Plan.

It's a bit depressing, but then again I could just be exhausted.

7 DPO

We're halfway through that long two weeks. In seven days will be victory or defeat, a BFP or a BFN.

I've been very bad with the medications the past few days because we've been so busy. Tonight is Valentine's Day, so we'll be having a romantic evening...minding my friend's six month old baby while she and her other half get to go out on a date together. This is actually very romantic as we're staying at my mother in law's, so it's really a chance to spend some quiet time by ourselves with a takeaway and some TV.

Still, the next person who says "Har har, it'll be good practice!" is going to get punched.

4 DPO.

Morning monitoring was a bust this morning. We could only dig one car out of the snow and The Stoat needed to go to USCIS for part of his green card application -- not that we really need it, being as we're preparing to move back to the UK -- and he left at 6 am.

The NP called and said just to take the Ovidrel anyway, my P4 has been low on every single cycle so this one is probably not an exception. I've thereby saved myself one extra poking, taken the Ovidrel, and now we're well into the 2ww.

Thank you, 16" of snow. My veins are very grateful.

2 DPO.

My ovaries have stopped feeling like they are attempting to chew their way out from the inside. This is a good thing.

We're supposed to get a horrific snow storm tomorrow morning, which is fine by me as long as it does not mess up my Thursday. I can sit at home for a day -- hell, I need to sit at home for another day and make sure I'm caught up with work -- but the snow had better not mess up my RE appointment or my flight, in that order please.

Really, 10" of snow isn't all that much anyway, not for here. We've just been blessed by an abnormally dry winter this year and are spoiled. Still, off to buy bread and milk and eggs, because that's what you're supposed to do in a Snowpocalypse. ;)