I had forgotten the progesterone gifts of instant fatigue and blueness. I have had sore breasts all this cycle for some reason, so that is not a sign I can count on for anything. Not just sore, but, touch them and die sore.
So, I am watching and waiting for something different, something something, but it is just day 3, and I know I will not know anything for days yet.
I need to be patient. Hold off my wondering until I get closer to the weekend. Take the week off from wondering, have a little holiday, go shopping, have fun.
I realize that very little of this is ruled by the rational mind. Sometimes I wish Rational would rush in, all noble, and kick Crazy's ass. But then, Crazy believes in hope where Rational believes in statistics. With this in mind (or out of my mind) I am hoping like crazy that Crazy will win.