This weekend was lovely. My race was fantastic — it wasn’t my fastest, but it wasn’t my slowest! And I didn’t feel terrible like I did at Cherry Blossom. I managed to take it all in, enjoy the crowds, and had a relaxing weekend with my husband. I’ll detail it later in a race report post once this week calms down a bit (the front end of it will be busy).
Throughout the weekend, I was prepared to start spotting. Saturday was 10DPO. Sunday I ran 10 miles and was surprised to see nothing on my liner after the race. All weekend I had very light cramping that could be menstrual cramping, could be something else. I tested this morning, 12DPO, after checking to make sure there was no blood present. Guess what!?
BFN, of course. Womp, womp.
It really didn’t bum me out like I expected it to. I’m not sure why my lining’s hanging on past 10DPO (the Pregnitude or OvaVite, maybe?), but it’s okay. I’m happily slurping down my Panera hazelnut coffee. (ETA: Pretty sure the spotting has started. Oh, body. You trickster.)
That above said, I do have some sadness going on right now. My best friend lost her father yesterday to a long battle with a devastating illness. If you have room to spare, please keep her family in your thoughts. She was very close to him and I know she’s the wonderful person she is partly because he was a fantastic father to her. She’s been so strong throughout his illness, but a little extra love never hurts.