NO WAY

Official Test Day is tomorrow. I like to be prepared, so needless to say I have already done a few HPTs in advance so that I am suitably forewarned and forearmed for the outcome.

CBD, 7dp7dt. Slightly mad.

CBD, 7dp7dt. Slightly mad.

FRER, 5dp5dt to 10dp5dt. Slightly madder.

FRER, 5dp5dt to 10dp5dt. Slightly madder.

Superdrug, 5dp5dt-11dp5dt. Completely insane.

Superdrug, 5dp5dt-11dp5dt. Completely insane.

OK, I’ve done 18 tests, and that’s not even including the BFN ones I dementedly┬ádid 3 and 4dp5dt.

Holy moly guacamole I’m up the duff.

testing testing testing

5dp5dt. Further test this morning with FRER. BFN. In a fit of violent denial, cracked open offending test and scrutinised test strip under bedside light until convinced self that a faint positive line was visible.

H confirmed. Joy!

Obsessive googling then took me on a shame spiral of stories about evaporation lines and indent lines and false positives when dementedly cracking opening tests to find that elusive result.

The line, if there ever was one, disappears. Despair…

Did a superdrug cheapie test. There is a very, very, faint line in the positive box, visible without forensic examination. We’re talking a real squinter. Keep checking every few minutes. It’s still there.

I realise this is completely deranged.