Sean won't let me go and buy the evil pee-sticks. He says that there's no point trying to torture myself, especially if it's wrong.
He means well, and I know that he's right. It still sucks though.
Thirty-three and a half hours until I take my beta. Then, seven hours until Nursey P calls with the results.
My mother-in-law gave me the butt shot tonight. She thinks that at least one of the little guys are still in there, but I'm not so sure. It's best not to be too hopeful-that way it won't be such a shock if it's negative.
Can you tell that I'm a bit preoccupied about this?