In Lindsay’s blog I left a comment about boobs and the crazy conversations I have with myself and with Den. Every month:
“Are my boobs bigger?”
“Umm? No, not really.”
“What about the middle part, is that darker?”
“I don’t know? Not really?”

And he’s always been regretfully honest. So today, as usual, I called him over to look at my boobs to see if I was crazy or not. I have veins. Several of them. Running across my boobs. Now I may be a crazy person, but I do not recall ever seeing that before. And neither does Den. Plus he said they’re ginormous, but they’ve been ginormous (and, consequently, rather sore) ever since I started the progesterone.

Den’s starting to get anxious, I can tell. I can tell because after he looked at my big boobs (and grabbed them a little) he turned to me and said, “Can you test now?” Of course I said no, I’d just peed – and he looked a little relieved anyways – so the plan is still on for Wednesday.

We are so, so hopeful.