I delayed marriage and family to focus on career. In August 2015, I married my love (who currently is 37) and went off the pill in November. I used ovulation test kits beginning in December, which simply told me what I already knew. I have a 28-day cycle and ovulate around day 14. It was great to know my cycles were as clockwork as I thought! By January, I was symptom spotting and was convinced I was pregnant. (I worry I was actually conjuring the symptoms I read here on other BFP stories though I'm grateful for every one I read!) When I wasn't pregnant, I was astounded and sad.
Month after month, I got BFNs and began to worry I am just too old to conceive naturally. DH and I agreed we would not use fertility treatments but we would get tested--to determine whether I would have to go back on birth control. I made an OB/GYN appointment for early June (annual exam and to discuss testing) and then, whammo, BFP! Just when I'd lost hope. I'm exactly 4 weeks along.
My symptoms during the TWW were really minimal (compared to my January symptom-spotting month). Typically my breasts are VERY sore between ovulation and my period. This time, I had very little soreness. In fact, they were the most sore the day I expected my period, which was the day I got my BFP. I noticed I was running to the bathroom to pee a lot more than usual and getting up at least once during the night. I have been incredibly thirsty but I thought that was because everything I have been eating seems very salty. I also was hungry first thing in the morning, which isn't normal for me, and had these sudden urges of extreme hunger every 3-4 hours. One night while I was brushing my teeth (4 days before my BFP), my gums bled which is highly unusual for me; I'm a twice-a-day flosser and brusher.
I should also note, I was CERTAIN my period was coming this month. All the signals were there leading up to the day it was expected--uterine heaviness, cramping, CM. I put in a liner two days before my period's due date because the symptoms were so strong. I spotted that day, just a drop or two, and thought this was the start of my period. (I was yet again convinced I was too old to conceive and this was a signal that my cycles are getting shorter as my fertility dwindles.) I was wrong. I'm now sure it was implantation bleeding.
DH and I know we haven't made it through the woods yet, but we're optimistic and excited and are looking forward to all the adventures to come. Baby dust to all of you, especially those of you who are a little older and are losing hope.