Friday night I dreamed I peed on a stick. (Why yes, my dreams are always this thrilling, why do you ask?) And it was positive! But I didn't believe it, so I kept peeing on more, until I had 10 double-lined FRERs arranged all over my bathroom counter. I would like to think that this is a comic exaggeration of how I would behave if I got a positive in real life...but sadly, no.
Saturday night I dreamed we were forced to undergo mandatory pregnancy testing at work. My results were inconclusive. (I believe the weird-looking high-tech thing I had to pee on had one and a half lines. Huh?)
Last night I dreamed that I was getting ready to tell my boss I was pregnant, and it was causing me huge amounts of stress. Obviously I must have some issues with revealing my reproductive status at work. I'm not sure why--I happen to have The Best Job In The World (TM), with a fantastic boss and a family-friendly atmosphere. But there you go--anxiety galore, bubbling up in my sleep.
SymptomWatch: Breast soreness has subsided a little, which I assume is the trigger shot leaving my system. Bloating and tenderness also subsiding. Constipation continues apace. I've been on metformin for seven months, so honestly, I didn't know it was even possible for me to ever be constipated again. But there you have it.