This post was written early last week...
It all started with me taking my temp this morning. I was really confused to see my temperature drop below the coverline yesterday (which translates into bad news on the baby-making front for those who don't do/know about fertility charting) and then it was even lower today. So I was sure I wasn't pregnant.
But then, as I was nursing Bella, I began to question it as it was an oddly low temp. I took it again after I fed Bella just to see what number it gave me and was really confused to find it even lower. Husband took his temp then, too, and it also gave him a questionably low reading. So it either means that Husband runs really low temps and has not yet ovulated either (very likely, I think) or it means my thermometer is broken and all the temps from this past month are wrong. Le sigh. I guess I'm not too surprised as everything did seem to be weirdly low this month and the temps were not matching any other fertility signs. So then I thought I might be pregnant.
Later in the morning I put on a new bra and found it way too small. The hell?! Maybe I ordered the wrong size or it was labeled wrong or something? So I went and found another bra...and that one was too small, too. Finally, I put on the bra that has been too big recently and found it fit, if not a bit snugly. I flashbacked to my first pregnancy and the immediate enormous boobage that accompanied it and I have to confess I sort of flopped into the glider in Bella's nursery and was overwhelmed by the knowledge that I must be pregnant.
Until I went to the bathroom and found I was spotting. What? My period? Is that why my boobs are so big? Oh. OK. I guess I can't be pregnant.
Then a couple hours later it occurs to me that I have had spotting or light periods take place around 29-30 days apart for the past three months...seems awfully weird for it to show up on day 24. I recall a little thing called implantation spotting that I had last time I was pregnant. Oh, wow! I must be pregnant!
Husband confirms that my boobs are looking a lot fuller after I pull up my shirt and insist he take a good look (this is not as fun as it sounds). Definitely pregnant, no doubt.
Then spotting becomes a proper period by late in the day, in addition to feeling some cramping. So, in conclusion: not pregnant.
Baby-making makes me neurotic. I mean, more neurotic than usual.
Just for the record, I'm officially not K.U. A small fortune in pregnancy tests confirms this.