This was the joke in mid-June when I was visiting friends in London. I was with them from CD30-CD33, and when we went to the movies one afternoon, on CD31 or so, I commented that every trip to the bathroom, every wipe, was another moment of truth. What would I see this time? I had promised N not to test until we were back in Paris together, and so while Londonfriends tried to cajole me into buying a test, I held out. And I was glad I did, because N and I got to share our own BFP (big fat positive) moment that belonged only to us.
So here I am again, CD31, wiping and wondering, wishing and wanting, visiting the ladies' room regularly, both out of curiosity and because I genuinely have to pee. Nothing yet...
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