God, how I detest the two week wait. Usually, the first week is not so bad, but, the second part of it......well, I'd rather eat shards of glass. And wash it down with battery acid. With a side of razor blades. You get the idea.
The show is over. I've got mixed feelings about it. The cast was great, the acting was great, but the music......substandard. Yes, it's community theater, but my personal opinion is that the musicians themselves weren't so bad-it was the conductor/musical director. Honestly, if you're being paid about a grand to do a job......well......DO IT, and do it well. But, it's all over and now I need something to obsess over until the beta.
I've been feeling a bit crampy today, low down, and have had a headache tonight. I refuse to look into the usual signs and symptoms, the "maybe's" that will suck you in for the 2WW. I know, realistically, that it's just the progesterone supplements that are fucking with me. They're just a big headgame, and I don't want to freak myself out. I just have to hope that those two embryos are burrowing their way into my uterus (or, at least one-I'm not greedy, really) and settling in.
We're back on the rollercoaster again, my friends. Whether I stay on the ride or end up puking and having to be removed is still anyone's guess. I'm hoping to stay on, though-and I HATE rollercoasters.
However, I'd gladly make an exception, at least in this case.