One week since ER, one week till beta.
One day since I felt the sharp, stabby uterine pains and body-temperature shift that flipped the tiny switch on my hopefulness meter.
Same day since I got a "surprise" package from Sephora . . . and then flashed on the hazy-crazy memory of shopping the Internets while waiting for a kernel of embryo news last Saturday.
This draggy part sure does drag, but I've felt surprisingly perky today.