After putting my big girl panties back on and accepting TTC again after a MC I pop up with every sign you could probably imagine. Driving last week my arm hit my boob and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Thinking nothing about I carried on like it was nothing. Later it was sleep city for me. My DH became concern b/c I was suddenly so tired and complaining about my boobs. Fast forward, thinking ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about being pregnant I carried on and then said, I want chicken noodle soup, for the record I think that is the galaxy’s worst tasting soup. Then it hit us......could this be? So we played the waiting game b/c AF wasn’t due until 2/21 and boom 2/13 spotting (I NEVER SPOT). Fear sets in, this can’t happen, this was the one, this has to be implantation b/c this has to be the one, I have NEVER dealt with these signs ever before. 2/14 AF was like heeeyyy niece and alllllllllll I could do was yell out for my DH. I sat, and I cried, he cried, we cried. He grabbed everything I needed and said, “come on, get up, we’ll be ok, it’s just not our time yet.” I did my lady thing, stood to my feet, washed up and went in with the evening. This hurt more than any other experience where we thought we were becoming new parents. Better luck next month I guess.