I have never translated BFN as anything other than big fucking negative. first of all, ‘fat’ isn’t a bad word (but a fucking negative is a bad thing, ya dig?) and second its far too quaint for me. Its like “baby dance” (which really only ever makes me think of this anyway:
But I digress.
So. That’s the update. This morning we got a big.fucking.negative.
I am continuing to pop the vagina candy (glad y’all like that one so much!) until we test tomorrow since its the ‘official’ day, whatever that means. I’m not holding out a lot of hope but, unfortunately, those damn crumbs of hope persist.