Despite my confident assertions of two days ago, my boobs are not less sore, and I have not started spotting. Yet.
Which means today is that tricky day. Hope starts to rear it's head. Every trip to the bathroom becomes a big deal - has spotting started yet?? I continually check my poor boobs. "Wouldn't it be grand?" type of thoughts start to invade... yet you try to impose your logical "Look at the stats, survey says No" thoughts overtop of those pesky hopeful thoughts....
These are the most confusing of days.
We all have them.
I will use this time to research more important things. Like why my bread keeps collapsing in the middle! (I am freshly milling our grains and then soaking them 24hr to neutralise the phytic acid - most healthful bread, ever.)
And catch up on my November Novel. As you can see from the sidebar, I am still behind, despite the adventure of ~5k words last night with Feather. We we up to almost 5am! 5am! Wow. Like I am a teenager again. I am so impressed we stayed up. That was fun.