My TWW Signs
In addition to my last post on the TWW Crazies, today I’m going to share my two most interesting moments during this TWW. Don’t worry, there was no emotional breakdown or any sort of devastating news or insightful moments.
First, I will share a picture of something I found last Friday as we were driving to the mountains – not long after I should have ovulated. I found this in the underside of a bottle cap from favourite pop (or soda for the non-Canadian readers out there). I don’t often drink pop, but when I do I almost always turn to a Cream Soda from Jones Soda. They always have cute sayings written under the bottle cap. This is the saying I received:
I think it’s important to remember that I am not a believer in signs, but this one literally slapped me in the face with how obvious it was, so after explaining what a rainbow baby is to my very skeptical husband, we shared a bit of laugh. I felt compelled to carry this around with me all weekend while camping, until we got back home and I could dig out our old macro lens, figure out how to get it to work on a modern day camera (or rather wait until my husband could make the old and new technology work together to create a legible photo). Anyways, some people would take this as a good sign – I mean, how often does a bottle cap from the makers of Jones Soda tell you about the rainbow’s treasure? And for me, as a non-sign believer, I thought maybe it could mean this month was going to be the one that sticks. Maybe, we’d finally get our rainbow after the storm.
But then, all that changed the other morning (Tuesday to be exact) when my dog jumped on me. She spent the morning in the backyard and when I let her back inside, she jumped on me. Not running at me full force, knock me over kind of jump. Just two paws on my side. She only jumps like this when she’s super excited, and even then it’s pretty rare that she will jump on me (we worked really hard with her to break a jumping habit that had the force to knock grown adults over once she weighed 90lbs). Typically she just jumps next to me as she completes her happy circle dance.
So, anyways, I have now officially written off this cycle.
In 2 years, and during all but one of our pregnancies, my dog has not jumped on me during the TWW leading up to a BFP. I wrote on that in one of my very first blog posts – you can check it out here.
Yes, you read that right. Somehow, for this incredibly logical and practical person, I have a belief that my dog knows about a pregnancy before I do. I seem to think that she is somehow psychic or at the very least very intuitive.
Right now, I’m not paying too much attention to my own physical symptoms because after 5 pregnancies in 2 years, I honestly don’t put much stock in the early symptoms. For example, I’m not thinking about my breasts, nearly as much as Elisha is (check out her hilarious blog post here). But evidently, during this TWW I tried to put my faith in a sign from a bottle cap, and I have put all my faith in my dog’s behaviour. So, for a non sign person, I have found to completely contradictory signs within a few days of each other. And of the two signs, my brain has rationalized that my dog’s behavior wins as the more important sign. But, rationally, I know that I will just have to keep waiting to find out, but honestly, how can I not believe in my dog’s magical knowledge?
So, as of now, I’m convinced we are not pregnant, and it will take at least 2 pink lines and a positive beta test before I will believe that we are pregnant from this cycle.
Anyways, I hope you are able to enjoy the humor in this, because I for one am enjoying a laugh at myself right now as I try to determine if the people at Jones Soda or my dog is giving me the “right” sign.
Happy TWW to everyone else who is driving themselves (and there partners) crazy with over analyzing every possible symptom!
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