Yup, this is me. I'm still being a great, big chicken. I'm 11 days past 3 day transfer, which means that I am 14 days past ovulation. And I'm still too chicken to pee on a stick. And it's too late to do it today, since it's too late for the whole "first morning" thing. And tomorrow is beta day, so there's really no use to doing it tomorrow.
I still have all sorts of progesterone symptoms which are doing nothing to help my state of mind. And I have to keep reminding myself that none of this means anything.
All day long I go back and forth from thinking that this did work, to thinking that it didn't. I don't get upset when I think it didn't work, I just plan my next line of attack. I research our next options. I research jobs for next year. And then I'm back to thinking that it did work and thinking about what life will be like then. I think about how I will be 11 weeks pregnant when the due date for the miscarried baby comes along. My head is a really exhausting place to be. Hence my afternoon naps and falling asleep during prime time TV.
So one more day, my friends. Hang in there with me.