I feel pregnant. I believe it to be twins. There's at least one girl.
Living in Fantasy Land is fun.
I really do feel good about everything though. I wish I could remember how I felt during cycle 1. I remember thinking that I was prepared for the worst news and then being floored by the sadness of the news. It's weird how you can't predict certain things.
Only 3 days left...and I can tell they will be long. I can tell I'm starting to psych myself into thinking I'm not. The mind plays crazy tricks. I have my pity party all set. We'll go to Cheesecake Factory and order one of everything Tuesday night if it's bad news. Hey, it's all I got.