If I’m pregnant today, I’ll be pregnant on Saturday. (And if that’s not true, I don’t want to know about it.)
That’s the mantra that went through my head this morning as I fought the urge to test at 13DPO. It’s been an interesting luteal phase this month — I’ve pasted my chart for the chart addicts, showing a clear mid-luteal-phase dip followed by a triphasic jump. Looks exactly like my chart from the month I got pregnant with my daughter. That month I tested at 14DPO and got a clear positive result.
In case you’re interested, Fertility Friend has run analyses on >100,000 charts showing that mid-luteal-phase dips happen on 11% of non-pregnant charts and 23% of pregnant charts. So not a sure bet by any means, but it flips the probability of pregnancy this cycle from 1/3 to 2/3 — I’ll take it. Similarly, they found triphasic chart patterns on 4.5% of non-pregnant charts and 12.5% of pregnant charts. Which ups the odds even more.
So, why am I not jumping up and down? Well, when I saw the triphasic chart start to emerge, I freaked out and tested at 11DPO — with a Target-brand test that had been sitting in my medicine cabinet for over a year. It was negative. Cue misery. I’ve also been sleeping poorly this week, waking up at around 5am and then dozing until my alarm goes off at 6:30, so I might be fooling myself with the triphasic rise (your BBT can increase if you wake up and/or move around early). One thing I have gotten very, very good at through this whole process is fooling myself. So I’m trying to calm the heck down and be f**ing serene for a change. It’s not easy.
Hence the mantra. If I’m pregnant today, I’ll be pregnant on Saturday. (And if that’s not true, I don’t want to know about it.) If I am pregnant, I’ve got a long nine months ahead of me (in the best case scenario), so it makes no difference whether I find out today or Saturday. And if I’m not pregnant, it’s silly to waste money on a(nother) test to tell me what I already suspect. I’ll find out Saturday one way or another. Either my temperature will drop or it won’t. Either my period will arrive or it won’t.
And until then, I’m going to be f***ing serene.