I'm not sure where I heard that line but I think about it often, especially today as my trip is winding down.
I've had a wonderful trip. The past five days in London have been full of all the things I love - art, music, history and good food. The weather has been a little chilly but sunny with very little rain. I've been out and about every day and I've never once not marveled about how fortunate I am to be here and be healthy enough to travel (lots of walking!).
I so wanted to not test until today (7dp5dt) and I met my goal. My reasoning included needing time to compose myself before returning to work. Returning to work after vacation is a rough transition in general, but I feared returning from vacation with a bfn would really send me down a deep and dark path.
So, this morning at 7 days past a 5,000 Pregnyl trigger I tested. I then tested this evening about 12 hours later. The results are inconclusive. It could be leftover trigger. It could be an evap line. I just don't know.
This is where life being a (beautiful) bitch makes me chuckle. I can't help it. When I saw the test this morning and read it as a negative I laughed out loud. All of this, not just this cycle, but all the others, the m/c, the time, the stress, the heartache, the money, the life I've put off having...all for naught. I can do nothing else but laugh at this point.
I'll test tomorrow but I don't feel anything other than PIO symptoms.
I've also been thinking of another saying that has more to do with prayer, something I no longer rely on much anymore. The gist of the saying is to not feel that God/the Universe/Mother Nature is ignoring your pleas.
Sometimes the answer is simply "no". It's always been no. I've just not been listening.