Twas the night before Christmas...

I feel sure there will be no sleeping in this house tonight. Our appointment for a pregnancy test is at 8am tomorrow morning. And I am pretty sure they'll take the whole day to call us back with the results.

From reading others' stories I am prepared for three possible answers: yes, no, or we're not really sure. They might detect some hCG in my blood but not enough to be sure of a pregnancy, so I might have to go in again for a few more days to test and make sure the level is increasing. The thought of being in suspense longer just makes my head spin.

Last night I had some very bad (wake you up in the middle of the night) cramps. The pain was very obviously in one spot on the right side, very low down, not near my ovaries and not really where I normally feel menstrual cramps. I am also pretty sure it was worse when I laid on my left side.

So I am imagining a little embryo is stuck on the right wall of my uterus and it didn't want me to lay on my left side where the gravity would try to pull it away from it's home on the wall. Sounds scientifically possible, right?

That about sums it up right there, over-analyzing every twinge, imagining the best and the worst. This waiting really is the absolute worst part of this whole process.