Beta is tomorrow. I still haven't tested since Monday. Coworker #2 said she thinks my test was wrong. I know it doesn't mean it was, but it's still nice to hear. My cramps have stopped, and my right boob hurts so bad. It's probably just the progesterone, but a girl can dream, eh?
Yesterday I asked Andy if he was going to cry if we got bad news Friday. The conversation went like this:
"Honey... are you going to cry if we get bad news Friday?"
"... Why?"
"Because you crying is like knives in my heart."
"Well I won't do it around you then."
"No... if you need to cry you cry and I will make everything OK."
So that's what happened. I am going to murder infertility in its face if it causes my husband to cry. He doesn't deserve to have to cry! EVER. I made him promise me that he'd stay hopeful if things didn't go the way we wanted. He said he wouldn't lose hope, and I won't either.
He did call me today to tell me he was excited about tomorrow because we'll be getting good news. He's so sweet. I hope he's right.
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