The funny thing is, I've never been that worried about tomorrow (beta day). Either it will be negative, in which case I will do as planned: go to a concert that night, a party the next night, and drink like a fish.
Or, it will be positive. In which case, I will go to said events, drink water, and panic until Monday.
Because Monday is when it all went wrong last time. Beta was on Friday: 125. Great number! Yay, pregnant! Weekend: spent fantasizing about nursery colors, onesies, the smell of baby powder, and little dimples, alternating with slight panic about sleeplessness, breast-feeding and, you know, actually having a child.
And then Monday, the number was 127. And the whole thing came to a crashing halt. So it's never been Friday that scares me. Monday, on the other hand, is terrifying.
Because I'm now pretty sure what Friday will bring.
But no pee-stick can save me from the Monday fears. Goal: take it one day at a time. Hope for a good, solid number tomorrow. And then, wait. And pray. A lot.
Thanks to those who gave me photo-tips for the pee stick! Much better. Darker line is, indeed, a bit of a relief.