Item – It’s 7 or 8 dpo, and I still haven’t decided about testing early v. testing late. H is all for testing late and thinking hard about Something Else, daffodils, possibly, or knitting, until the day when I can think, oh, wasn’t my period supposed to start yesterday? But he agrees this will only work if I can think about knitting and such without surcease for a week. Which I can’t. And then, well, it’s a moot point, because I have been obsessively rechecking my own blog and every time I got pregnant, with the exception of the very first time, when I was still inexperienced and clueless, I suspected I was before the peeing-on-stick confirmed it. Even the time I must’ve ovulated at CD8, and on experiencing pain and bleeding CD15 (ie when I could reasonably have been expected to be ovulating), I suspected, and got H to buy pregnancy tests. So either I test early and am sure of a chemical pregnancy, or I don’t, and suspect it strongly, and drive myself mad fretting about it. So I am veering towards testing early if, and only if, I have reason to suspect I am pregnant.
Item – For the record, May’s pregnancy warning symptoms are three or more of the following: temperatures that remain high after 11 dpo, breasts that remain tender after 11 dpo, porn-star nipples after 11 dpo, metal-mouth (this has been known to start as early as 6 or 7 dpo. Hmph), cramps, usually stabbing sharp brief ones, before 11 dpo, heart-burn, crankiness and headacheyness, going off coffee. Nausea I seem to get every cycle, ditto sensitivity to smell, and my breasts usually get tender and sensitive between ovulation and 11 dpo as well, so those can be ignored. Metal-mouth is the usual gold-plated, yes, exactly, unmistakeable symptom. Amount of times I’ve tried to talk myself into thinking I had metal-mouth when actually I’d just eaten tuna salad and was having a repetition incident, countless.
Item – I think I have done some kind of permanent damage to my oesophagus, what with the severe and constant heartburn I had for well over a year a couple of years ago, and all the throwing up I’ve been doing of late. A few times now in the past few months, if I am a tad careless about chewing things like cold chicken, or hard-boiled eggs, or rice or noodles, indeed anything that’s a bit dry and ‘sticky’ in texture, and swallow before it is carefully pureed, it gets stuck, painfully, halfway down. By stuck, I mean stuck. If I swig some water to chase it down, I will merely throw the water straight back up again. Spending ten minutes retching into a coffee cup of a morning FOR NO GOOD (cute, exciting) REASON is very very irritating. Eventually, the damn lump will either go down, or I will throw it up, and after a pause, I can eat something else as long as it’s slippery and moist and I’ve chewed it very thoroughly. I swear, Gentle Readers, I don’t bolt my food as a habit. But I am clearly going to have to become one of those infuriating people who chews every mouthful 20 times (until the food has lost all taste and texture, basically). Also, I googled oesophageal stricture and now I haz a sad. Yes, I know, I need to go and pester my GP again.
Item – Which is why I am ignoring the metal-mouth.