I was feeling very non-pregnant this 2ww. No cramping 6-8dpo, no sore legs during hockey, no strange temperature feelings showering... basically none of the things that clued me in that something might be going on when I was pg with Ant, or last cycle with my chem pg. I was holding out until 14dpo to test after the debacle that was my last cycle as well. I was 95% convinced until yesterday (13dpo) that it would be negative.
Yesterday my temp was up 0.2 in the am, after what I thought at the time could have been an implantation dip on Monday although hard to tell. That was my first inkling. Then, I started having minor cramping throughout the day. I almost wished I had tested so that I wouldn't have my hopes raised only to be dashed today when I did test.
But they weren't. Dashed that is. I got a lovely perfect positive, with the test line in fact darker than the control line. Holy shit, sherlock!
I thought the best way to let M know would be to leave the test out on the counter in the bathroom (on top of the box, so it was obvious what it was). He is such a man - he was in there alone for five minutes before I joined him, when he asked, "So, did you test"