Internetz, do not let the title of this post deceive you.
I have NO news. None. Nada. Zilch.
You see, I chickened out. I couldn't pee on a stick this morning, I just couldn't. Well okay, physically I *could*, but mentally I couldn't. I'd like to think that St. Patrick and the rest of the Irish saints would've been on my side, but I still couldn't go there.
I'd be lying if I also didn't say that I couldn't imagine facing the busy day that I had at work knowing one way or another. Can you imagine? I would've either spent my day dashing to the bathroom in tears or been so ridiculously happy that my co-workers would probably have thought I started some St. Patrick's Day celebrations early.
I'm not ready yet. With my beta still a couple of days away, I confess to wanting to bask in the world of "ignorance is bliss" for a little longer.
Yes, I am still sneaking peeks at a variety of "symptom" sites that Google presents me (might I note though that the cramps that I had earlier this week have all but disappeared for the most part). And I don't want to brag, but I do believe that my toilet paper examination rivals the best CSI's out there (if there's a speck of blood, you can bet that I'm going to see it!). So yes, still as bat shit crazy as ever!
But happy. Possibly delusional. Definitely hopeful.
There are two HPT's that remain unopened in my bathroom upstairs. I'm not sure if they'll get opened before the beta.
Then again, there's always tomorrow morning...