Thursday wasn't an especially good day for me. I was just feeling...off. You know the feeling. We went to Joyce and Rod Hershey's house for supper, and I was eating, and the whole time thinking---this isn't going to end well for me, is it? We played board games afterwards and I went to the extreme of unbuttoning my pants, pulling down my shirt, and kneeling on the floor in front of the table, just so my stomach would stretch out and I could get some relief! To no avail.
2:45 AM...drive to Giant and get emetrol and a pregnancy test. My darling husband opens one eye and says, "You're going now?" It's raining pretty heavily, but it's fine.
(As an aside, I SWEAR the creepiest people work the overnight shift at Giant. That is all.)
3:00 AM...no sleep.
4:00 AM...no sleep.
4:30 AM...alarm goes off. Time for work. Time to test. I pee anxiously on the sticky thing and wait. Meanwhile my brain is RUSHING but I'm trying not to let it.
4:32 AM...not pregnant. Negative. It's fine! Really!
So I leave the test out for Andy to see and get myself to work. After about an hour, I'm driving back home again. And then I proceeded to sleep for the entire day.
My handsome husband is not ready to admit that this month was not a win (he's not used to losing, and now it seems that the conception process is more of a "tournament" than anything. May the best sperm win!) HE thinks I could still be pregnant because I'm peeing more than normal. Yes folks, he's counting how many times I spee. What a special man to care for me that much :) He's encouraging me to take another test.
In closing, I'm considering this pose for our preggers pics. Any thoughts?