OK, so I caved a little bit today.
I got out of bed and grabbed my thermometer back out of the first aid box to see what my temperature was doing.
It was a rather unimpressive and non-pregnant 98.1.
But… I just can’t help the feeling that despite the distinctly average temp reading, I still might be.
So then I started thinking…
If I just had a pregnancy test, I could find out! Maybe I’ll get a faint positive as my boobs are hurting so much!
It took an ENORMOUS amount of willpower not to pop into the supermarket this morning and buy one.
But I didn’t.
And I didn’t because of one thing:
If it comes back negative today, I will be grumpy and depressed and a miserable Mummy for the rest of the day.
Whereas if I don’t test, although it’s bad for getting my hopes up (which I can’t deny I am), at least I’ll be a nicer person to be around.
14 days has never seemed so long.