Okay, I'll get right to it. I POAS twice today, and I find myself in the possession of a faint-but-unmistakable positive. In other words, HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
My beta is Friday, and I vow to pee on dozens of sticks between now and then to make sure this isn't going away. I am currently packing one positive HPT in my purse because I brought a stick to pee on at work. That's a high-risk maneuver, but who could help it after so many years of snowy, snowy white tests?
I hope it isn't ectopic, chemical, blighted, or otherwise doomed. For now, though, I can't believe it, by which I mean I'm elated!
(If you know me in real life, please keep this to yourself until you receive the official word, handshake, tap on the shoulder, and coded message that it is okay to reveal. There is still so much that can go awry.)