It’s the last stretch of my TWW and so far I’ve had sensitive, tingly nipples, the veins on my breasts look more prominent, I’ve been tired, I’ve been getting up at night to pee, I haven’t had any of my normal PMS symptoms and it’s felt kind of ‘different’ during fun times with the husband.
So my hopes are well and truly up this month. All the way up.
In reality, these symptoms are probably all in my head and the little red devil will turn up bang on time this week. Judging by my past luck, this is the most likely outcome. I also HATE that I’m even thinking I might be pregnant. Hate that I’m allowing myself to get excited. Hate this whole thing.