There's a local bookstore where I go to work sometimes. It's quiet and peaceful and the coffee is good. I've actually done some of my best work there. I went yesterday for a couple of hours, and got a ton done. While there, though, I could tell that AF was on the way. Little stabby pains and cramping. Sure enough, I went into the bathroom and discovered a tiny bit of brown spotting on my underwear. But then I wiped, and. . .nothing. Crampy all afternoon, but. . .nothing more. Curious. I definitely felt like AF was about to arrive. But a very hopeful part of me is wondering whether this could be the famed implantation bleeding? I went and bought more tests, just in case, but so as not to jinx myself into AF by buying expensive tests, I got the crappy ones from the Dol.lar Store. Would you believe the store only had two left? I felt kind of guilty buying the last ones, but I bought both of them.
Unfortunately, my temperature plummeted this morning. It's not even worth wasting a $1 test now. AF will no doubt arrive by dinner. Drat.