Big Fat Negative

I really thought I was pregnant.

We didn't have any tests in the house, so this morning, as it's a Sunday, I convinced hubby to let me pee in a jam jar and save it until Boots opened. He obliged, but I'm sure part of him thinks I'm cracking up!

Anyway, the test at 10 DPO was negative. I had a good old cry, even though at the back of my mind I know it's not over 'till the fat lady sings. I'm definitely not doing another test though, unless I'm late, which will be Thursday.

Chin up though. We spent the morning playing as a family and did lots of painting with my son which was great fun. It helps you to remember what you've got now rather than focussing what you want in the future.

This afternoon we went into Kingston, got ourselves some nice roast pork for dinner and then bumped into new neighbour in the park on the way home. I'm going for coffee and cake with her tomorrow afternoon and am going to do a bit of sharing. She already knows I'm TTC and is a great one to talk to because it took her 9 months to conceive her first.

I've got reflexology at 1830 and I'm not going to tell her I had a negative test... she if she says anything positive or otherwise.

You know what's really bugging me..... all day my left boob has been getting more and more sore and now it's aching without me even touching it.......