I have mostly been able to ignore the fact that I am in the 2WW. First, there's the fact that the RE thinks we have no chance of getting knocked up on Clo.mid. Then, there's the fact that work has been crazy and I have a big new project, and worked for much of last weekend. And of course, there's the fact that I'm not entirely sure when I o'd, since we started sleeping with the windows open, and it's still very cool at night, so my temp's have essentially remained flat. I am something like 5 to 6 DPO.
But here's the weird thing, as I was walking out of a store just now, I realized that my boobs are kinda sore. It's waaay to early for that, and now I'm going to be obsessively looking for signs. Sigh. It was all going so smoothly.
I was able to reschedule the appointment from tomorrow to next Wednesday, which isn't so bad. It's at the clinic that's an hour away. I texted T. to let him know the great news. I'm sure he'll be as excited as I am that we don't have to wait another month!