AF, Where Are You?

For those of you who don't know, AF stands for Aunt Flow, or period. She knocked on my door yesterday and left. I'm getting suspicious because I typically don't get spotting like that without a raging river of blood within hours. But yesterday morning I had pink tinged discharge and then nothing the rest of the day, as well as nothing this morning. Technically, I'm 12 dpo (days past ovulation) today, yesterday would have been 11 dpo. Egg implantation typically occurs 7-10 dpo, so I guess it's not out of the realm of possibility. Another thing not out of the realm of possibility is that I'm officially losing my mind. In all likelihood, I'll get up to do something today and suddenly feel a warm blob makes its way out. Hey, I warned you this was going to be honest, didn't I?

But I tell ya. When you haven't been exactly 100% safe, you tend to get all worked up about little things that may or may not mean a darn thing. "Oh my God, my boobs have grown." "Oh my gosh, I think I was a little queasy there for a sec." "Oh my heavens, I think I felt a kick!" Ok, so I'm not that bad. You get the point, though. And poor Nick. He's been going back and forth: "Could you be? Nah, of course not. Wait...could you be??" All the while sporting a slight smile. I think he likes the idea of being a daddy, but he's not one to wear his heart on his sleeve, so I usually have to pry stuff like this out of him. And we'd be right to be slightly concerned if we got pregnant now. It would mean a May baby, a month before he graduates with his MBA, and likely pretty darn close to finals. But on the bright side, baby and I would be able to keep him company while he studies at all hours of the night! And I'm sure he'd appreciate that! ;)