I caved. I couldn't wait any longer. It's 10dpo, 9dp dIUI. It wasn't positive. I left it on the sink and went back to bed for an hour. When I came back the crazy lady who scrutinizes pieces of paper that I urinate on could see something. Not a positive, but I could see where the line was supposed to be. That's an evaporation line. I didn't get those last time. So.... it was too early, I'm thinking. My b00bs hurt a bit less than they did before, but I can still feel a little something. I got an 'implantation dip' with my BBT yesterday (possibly -- who really knows). I had a little cramping yesterday. I swear my imagination goes wild. I had a cramp that I would swear felt like a little tiny speck diving into my uterine lining. I'm insane. This whole thing is making me a crazy person.
So, I give it a 50/50 chance. I used an internet cheapie that Mary Ellen so kindly bestowed upon me. I don't know if that means anything, but it is what it is. I'm not testing again tomorrow, but I will on Thursday.
The commute to the temp job wasn't nearly as bad as I expected. It was only one bus, and only one stop on the second subway line. Takes less than an hour. No big deal at all. And I'm happy to not be home obsessing.
Damn evaporation line keeping hope alive.