I will not get excited.

I will not get excited.
I will not get excited.
I will not get excited.

Keep repeating to self.

My temp went up this morning. I am just waiting for the horrible plunge, followed by the horrible cramping, and then the horrible realization that it didn't work. I told H last night that I was probably going to get AF any day, so I was sorry for turning into a crazed, homicidal bitch. He is funny because I was totally fishing for him to tell me to take a test (I wouldn't be able to tell him no), and he never caught on. He just stood there, eating his ice cream, nodding his head. I would love to hear his thoughts:
"It's hot out. It's a good thing I have ice cream. I want to go fishing. Look at those guys fishing. Why don't I get to fish. I wonder how the Tigers are doing. Man, they suck. I can't believe they traded Pudge. What idiots. What's Lynette saying? Oh. Yikes. Something about her period being due any day. Please let it happen while she's at work. I wonder if it's really cold in the ice cream factory. Hmm..."

Haha. Sounds about right. I thought about testing last night. I didn't. I thought about testing this morning. I didn't. I still haven't opened the drawer in the bathroom to see what my testing options are. I'm pretty sure all I have are the cheapies that came with my OPK's. And judging by how well those worked, I don't think I could trust any result I got. I would love just wait it out and not test until the very end (unless AF shows up, obviously). But 18 days? That's another week! There's no way I can wait that long. I do not have the will-power or the patience for that. I'm thinking maybe Sunday would be a good day. Although H has already informed me that he will be hungover that day. Hmm...maybe not the best day to possibly tell him that he is now expected to clean up his act and become a responsible father. Ha...I can hear it already.
Me-"Honey, did you have fun last night?"
Him- "Hmrmmmmph....yeah. Turnalightoffffff"
Me- "Good, because that was your last night out. Surprise!"

Hehe...oh, the possibilities. I am now, however, keeping a hawks-eye on my "symptoms". Of which I have none. Well, except for peeing every 4 seconds. But since I normally pee every 5 seconds, that's not saying much of anything. Maybe a slightly increased appetite, but I'm pretty sure I just eat that much normally and don't want to admit it. Crap. There goes that one. I didn't feel very well twice yesterday morning. But once was because I drank my cranberry juice too fast and on an empty stomach. And then again because I ate eggs, which already do not agree with me 50% of the time, and I had all that juice still sloshing around in there. So yeah, neither of those count.

11 dpo.