After I last tested, my sister decided to go and do some research. After trolling numerous online forums and controlling for five day embryos and successful pregnancies (and I have no idea how you would control for those variables when you’re just dealing with online forums, but that’s why she’s the scientist in the family), she e-mailed me to say that I had tested too early, and that lots of women didn’t see even a faint line until 9, 10 or even 11 days post-transfer.
All right. 8dp5dt is too early.
But a BFN at 11dp5dt, like the one I got this morning?
That, I’m betting, is definitive.
I’ll get the official word from the clinic tomorrow. And then Q. and I can start to think about just how far we want to go along this road.
In the meantime, I shall continue to plant the two hundred or so bulbs that E. and I bought this morning. If I can’t seem to manage to support life in my uterus, at least I can look forward to something beautiful in the spring.