i confess that, last night, i had a dream i tested and got an overwhelming positive.
i confess that i woke up this morning, 6-7 dpo, and sleep-tested. (ie: had i been awake, my logical self would not have wasted a precious test.)
i confess that, of course, the test was negative.
i confess that, if i squinted, i saw something.
i confess that i looked at that poor test stick in all sorts of light, twisting it and continuing to squint.
i confess that i cannot trust mine eyes.
and i promise not to test again until a reasonable dpo.