Work has gone very well, but it was a long intense week and I am done done done.
Did not pee on a stick and will not. It feels too lonely and too far away. Uterine sensations have me alternately feeling hopeful and hopeless. Period due tomorrow. Temp still up today, Tomorrow's flight home from here is going to be so early I am not sure if I will temp or not.
Hope progesterone keeps my period at bay at least until I am safely home.
But more than that, I hope the miraculous whateveritis that helped K get her great wonderful fabulous positive will waft on over here and bestow some upon me too.
my heart feels so horrid knowing this hoperide might be over soon, but wanting so much to hold on a little longer.
Beta saturday either way.
I hope I get to go knowing something good.
the parakeets? no idea where they came from, but at dusk, they arrive in a million squadrons, and alight on some trees on an island here like the reverse of bats emerging from a cave-- stunningly cacophonous and violently green.