It's been a tough couple of days. I'm 16 dpo / CD31 with a usual 27-day cycle. As I mentioned in my last post, we didn't bother going for a blood test on Wednesday morning after the negative HPT, just because I didn't feel like getting prodded and poked.
I spent the majority of the day at work on Wednesday Googling negative HPTs on 14dpo that turn into positives. And there were a lot. All I could think about was that I'd peed 2 hours before I took the test and maybe my HcG levels were just too small to measure. I decided that I should probably stop dreaming and get back to work, and was completely preoccupied.
The next morning, yesterday, I also should have gone for a blood test, but it was a friend's funeral that day (I'm not going to go there here... it's been tough) and I felt I couldn't miss more work and the morning was slow.
Last night, I still hadn't got my period, so I took a HPT at 7:30. The faintest of faintest of lines showed up and Devon and I both agreed it looked like a positive test. There was one more test in the box, so we tested again. Another very, very faint positive.
We freaked out and didn't know what to do, so I sent Devon off to get a test that we could determine more easily. She came home with a digital one, which we tested with (same urine) and it flashed "not pregnant" at us. And then Dr. Google told us that digital tests aren't as good as line tests, so out went Devon again last night just before 10 to buy two more brands.
Negative and negative. And probably about $60 later.
Got up this morning and still no period. Tested negative. Went to the lab. Beta came back at lunch time with a level of 0. I still haven't got my period.
Next time, I'm going for the frikkin' blood test on the first day possible. Yesterday's funeral was SO hard, and then coming home and going through all of that was just ridiculous.
We got a cancellation appointment to see our RE on Tuesday, which is before I'd have to start my Clomid this month, so I'm happy.
We need a plan. In a big, bad way... we need a plan.
Yesterday was also my blog's second birthday. Two years of writing about TTC and I feel like things have hardly progressed at all.