Last few hours of my birthday

So, obviously I am back from CA. We made the trip back on Monday and my goodness was it hard to come back to Chicago. I think that everytime I part from my parents and sister that it gets more and more difficult.

On the bright side, I had a delightful birthday. I rocked my new grey dress and tangerine peep toe pumps. I got taken out to lunch and dinner. I can't really complain.

On the TTC front, I did actually ovulate last Friday. I was so excited to ovulate you would have thought that I was pregnant from my sheer joy. Hopefully our timing worked out. I will do my 1st test at 10 DPO (Monday) since my LP was only 10 days last cycle.

The acupressurist totally messed with my head yesterday. He said that he asked my body whether or not I was pregnant and that he got a response but wouldn't tell me. He said that his factor of being right is too risky. I told him that there is no way that he would know at 4 DPO whether or not I was pregnant since any potential fertilized egg had not yet implanted. He told me that I gave him the same response as the girl who referred me to him did when he told her that he asked her body whether or not she was pregnant. She actually was/is. I told him I didn't want to know. As I was finishing up my visit with one of his assistants, he came over to me and said, "you know, conception is different than implantation," and then walked away. I was dying. I think my exact words were "You have got to be kidding me. Are you hinting me?! Get outta here." I am seriously trying not to over-analyze. I've been pretty good about not thinking about it thus far, but I bet it'll mess with my mind again when I see him tomorrow. Just thought I'd put that out there. Damn doc....