We've been waiting on tenterhooks for the past week, with each passing day suggesting that maybe, just maybe, we have had success this month. Previous cycles indicated that I would know anywhere from Monday to Saturday of this past week, so when Saturday afternoon arrived without a new cycle beginning, I had really started getting my hopes up. The plan was to give it an extra couple of days, then take a pregnancy test on Monday. I wanted to take the test early, on Sunday, but Elric encouraged me to stick to the plan, reminding me that it wouldn't change things either way.
And of course it was all moot, as the new cycle began tonight. And so we try again.