Last month I found the most difficult part of the 2ww to be the last few days. That's where I'll be this weekend... the last few days.
It's also true that there is no right or wrong way to get through this time, these sometimes seemingly endless days.
Last month I waited as long as possible to take a HPT; when I finally tested I had to deal all day with the disappointment of a BFN. Aunt Flo arrived the next day.
This time around I've been doing early testing... I think it's helping with my sanity because I know it's too early to get a BFP so I'm not (very) let down when nothing shows up. If I stick to my very regular schedule, AF would arrive Sunday (again, my shorter than average cycle); the date the doctor told me to test is Monday. I bought a bunch of the very cheap HPTs on earlypregnancytests.com so I've actually been testing since Tuesday (7dpiui).
Up until this morning I was resigned to this cycle being a bust; and then this morning I tested. Did I see a shadow where the line is supposed to be today? I really don't know. It was in no way a line, nothing was there... but there seemed to be a shadow... wishful thinking? Time will tell.