Well, it's 7dp3dt (or 10 dpo, whatever phrase tickles your fancy). Let's check off the symptoms I have so far that may or may not be termed as "pregnancy signs", shall we?
*tired-must nap daily or else I am a Screaming She-Bitch.
*queasiness-think of how your stomach feels when you're a little hung over, like it's constantly turning over.
*weird taste in the back of my mouth/throat-I wouldn't call it metallic, per se, but odd.
*hunger-like I'm about to eat my arm off if I don't consume something every 3-4 hours.
*odd feeling in sternum-maybe slight heartburn, but it feels like that burny sensation you might get in your gut if you haven't eaten, which, trust me.....is far from the case in this situation (see the last symptom).
*crampy off and on- it always feels like my bladder is either slightly full or is pressing on my ute, but it's basically felt like that since the transfer.
*frequent urination, or feeling like I have to go. I'd make a WONDERFUL spokesperson for Depends-move over, Lisa Rinna, you've got competition!
*bloated-my usual MO, but not "can't zip my pants OMGIAMAFATCOW" bloated.
*veiny boobs (or what Sean calls "angry boobs")-not sensitive, but definitely "fuller" feeling.
*wicked headache- only one so far, but pressure in my head/sore neck muscles....could be the usual allergies, or it could be that I'm being a lazy bitch and am lying on the couch watching "The Chew" too much.
*emotional/anxious/hormonal-I teared up at a promo commercial of "Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition" yesterday, which might gauge the extent of the madness.
*extreme sense of smell-I usually have this anyway without IVF (I can smell bad food in the fridge from the living room couch), but Sean ate my leftover risotto last night and it turned my stomach. I also could tell when he took the trash out last night by the sudden smell coming from the kitchen.
Signs of pregnancy, or progesterone working it's "magic" on me? Who knows. All I know is that I've been here waaaaay too many times before to start freaking out as to what's going on in there.
BTW......I HATE PIO. Hate hate hate would rather have all my teeth pulled out without anesthesia hate. I have a nice lump the size of a walnut on my left ass-cheek, courtesy of PIO (yaaaay!), which itches and is also bruised as well. It makes injecting on that side oh-so-dreamy. I've been trying to walk, apply heat, topical cortisone, but nothing seems to work.
Now, I'm SURE you're wondering if I've started using the Evil Pee Sticks of DOOOOOOM yet, and I will be honest-yes. I've tested yesterday and today and nothing yet (unless you count the evap line that I think I see). Yes, I know it's technically too early, and yes, I also know that I'm starting the slow obsessive descent into madness that this stage of the 2WW brings, but fuck it-I will fully admit that I'm addicted. Only one a day, though, because those HPT's are EXPENSIVE! See, there IS an upside to being unemployed!
Seriously, though...I'm tired and ready to figure out what's going on. This is the part of the wait that is the longest and the part of the whole process that sucks the most.
Four more days, and we'll know-one way, or the other.