Time is crawling by

I swear this cycle, the cycle where I didn't temp or chart, the cycle that was going to be stress-free, this cycle... is taking the absolute longest to go by.

Sometimes I feel so damned stupid. I am always looking for a reason why "this" cycle will be "the" cycle. Dumb shit too. Like, last cycle was the first cycle since the first cyle that we didn't use pre-seed, so I figured that change to the parameters might result in a BFP. Buuuut, no.
Then, this cycle, not temping, not charting relaxing; that change in parameters might result in a BFP, buuuuut, I doubt it. I am hopped up on bitch-hormones, wanting to throttle anyone who looks at me, so I figure the cycle is coming to an end, and not culminating the way I want it to.
I am always trying not to "jinx" it too. How crazy is that? Like, if I don't talk about it with Rich, then it will happen.
If I don't temp at the end of the cycle, then it will happen.
If I don't go in the hot tub at the gym, then it will happen.
If I don't state somewhere (either on my blog or on the msg boards) that I think my period is coming, then it will happen.
If I didn't care so much, then it would happen.

The only good thing about having gone through a bunch of cycles is the fact that "new" symptoms are few and far between. First cycle, I was overwhelmed by the smell of the air freshener in the washroom at work.
I have since been overwhelmed a few times. Not a symptom.
I've had sore boobs; sore boobs that kicked in later; boobs that weren't sore at all. Not a symptom.
I've had nausea. Not a symptom of anything except taking a PNV on an empty stomach.
I've been uberbitchy; not a symptom.
I've had weird cramping; not a symptom.

Eventually, I will have exhausted all the possible symptoms, and will be able to get through the late stage of my cycle without any hope at all.

Here's to that.