I'm about 17 DPO, to be honest I'm starting to lose track. No Bfp's yet but the raging aunt hasn't shown up either which is usually very regular. I'm trying to not feel defeated but I'm at the point that if she's going to show, just show. I had a dream last night I was pregnant with a little boy, I saw a flash of us finding out and then another image of him when he was 8 months or so, he was the most gorgeous baby I've ever laid eyes on. Olive skin like his mama, curly hair and a beautiful almost toothless smile on his face just sitting up looking at me. The happiness my partner and I were experiencing was overwhelming and incredible. Very strange, I know. As the day goes on I can't get the image out of my head and it is consistently almost bringing tears to my eyes. How I long for the day I will actually feel you grow and meet your beautiful smiling face.