It's Sunday, Wow, where di the weekend go??
Friday I finally moved back home and, boy, it feels great. The house isn't quite finished, but we have heating, electricity and water. And for the first time in 7 weeks, we have a sink, washing machine, cooker and fridge freezer in the kitchen!! Yipee!! This also means that the bathroom is back to being a bathroom!
Most importantly OH & I have our space back. It was starting to get a bit niggly over at Ma's and arguments were being started over wet towels, cooking matches and some glass cleaner. Very trival, but at the time they were important!!
As for the TTC'ing and this abominal 2WW, it's been a bit of

over the last few days. If you'd asked me yesterday what I thought, I would have smiled shyly, which would have developed into the biggest grin, and I would have whispered....I think this might be it!!!!!!! Ask me today, and I don't know, well am pretty darn sure it's not!
Why, well symptoms....quelle suprise! Some days I've had AF cramps, in areas I don't remember having them, and earlier that I remember. BB's still very veiny and sore. Feeling nausious early morning, and between meals. Oh, and after drinking pineapple juice, and at smell of OH feet. (Don't think that quite constitutes as a symptom, more healthy reaction!!

). Have been tired at about 1pm, and again at 5/6pm, and after any exursion. CP was feeling higher and softer. Then to top it...I just felt it.
Then today, I woke up and was quite teary. Then the AF cramps were back and in the usual places, and lasting as long. And then you know when you get that feeling of, I'm going to come on any minute. As much as I'd like it to be this month, I think I'm going to get very disppointed in the next day or so. It's kind of why I stopped POAS on Thursday. I think a

will just start the tears earlier, and deep down I'll try and convince myself there's still a chance, then when the

does finally fly in, the big tears will come.
I read the other day in someone's post that we should celebrate the

as it's the start, not the end, but sometimes at this point in the 2WW, it just feels like the complete end, and a bitter one at that.
Saying that, at least I can crack open the vino! Or two!!


I was a bit off'ish with OH today. It's not him that I'm mad at, and I'm not upset with him, but I just couldn't speak to him. Sat in the car staring out the window with my mind wandering. I gave the odd smile or reply, but all I could think about was the cramps in my stomach and the black disappointment that it wasn't happening again. I do want to talk to him, but he doesn't always understand the desperation that I feel in these few days. I know what his response will be, that, it will happen, don't worry, there's always next month, or he'll get miffed that we're talking about it AGAIN. I wish sometimes, and do, honestly try, for it not to affect me like this.
Now I just want the

to hurry up and get on with it.
Don't you sometimes just want to scream?
Hey ho, onwards and upwards. Didn't want a March baby anyway, April would be better!!! (Who am I kidding, eh...any month'll do!!!!!!)