I have a HUGE red zit right above my lip. It makes me look horrible and I am none too pleased with it. I can’t even wear makeup to cover it. (Makeup makes me breakout horribly, which would defeat the purpose.)

I had a bit of a trying day. Nothing major happened, just frustrations at work that had me really really wanting to go home and go to bed. Bleh.

Yes, I’m testing again tomorrow morning. I am not expecting a freakin miracle. This time – probably since I’m being so absolutely negative about the whole thing – Den’s the one pulling out the “What if?” card. “How do you KNOW you’re not pregnant?” He says. I can’t answer, because of course I don’t know for sure. My body’s all fucked up with progesterone right now. That may be the one blessing of IVF 2 week waits – while normal cycles I’m all excited because my boobs hurt, this one I’m like, “Yeah, it’s the progesterone.” No emotional tizzy. (Except the bleeding. That was not fun.)

So no more bleeding since that one incident. Friends are telling me “It could be!” and I’m all, “But it’s not.”

If my pregnancy test comes up positive tomorrow morning I will probably fall over and bang my head on the tub.