Waiting is the Hardest Part

After asking other women how soon they were able to get a positive result with a pregnancy test, I've decided that I just need to go out and buy half a dozen or so tests and begin marking my territory at 10 days past ovulation. Even at 10 days, I've still got six to go. This waiting is killing me already. I'm pacing around, restless, making plans for a baby we don't even know we're going to have yet. I've purchased half of Squishy's wardrobe already and decided on the theme I'm going to create for this little cutie. Today Squishy is 8 cells and getting ready to descend into my uterus. Tomorrow Squishy will officially become a blastocyst. Isn't that exciting?

After perusing the fabric department of JoAnn Fabrics' website and rejecting everything in the nursery print section, we've decided to keep with the Squishy theme and go with jellyfish. The more I imagine it, the more fine-tuned it's becoming in my mind. I can't wait to get started but Josh and I decided we're not going to acquire anything else for Squishy until we get a positive test. Oh, the agony of waiting! I suppose I could do some dishes or laundry but I don't. I prefer to sit here on my laptop driving myself insane with anticipation as I daydream more and more of the galloping sound of Squishy's heartbeat on the doppler, the bubbly sensation of those first little kicks that eventually become injurious Chuck Norris round-houses that leave me gasping for breath, cute maternity blouses and dresses, tiny little socks and the sweet smell of my newborn baby as he or she sleeps quietly on my chest. Just six to ten more days to go. You'd better believe I've got one eye on the calendar at all times.