Yes, I went into the trash and fished out the pregnancy test I peed on 2 days ago. I'm gross. I'm disgusting. I am the lady who picks through the garbage. But I'm blaming it all on my crazy trying-to-conceive-but-can't mentally scarred brain. Who knew IF would have me picking through trash? What next?
And just because nothing in IF is ever that simple and fate loves to play tricks - I looked on the stick, and Im not f@*king kidding, it was positive... there was a clear blue line. Okay, okay I know it is so not valid and I am not pregnant because the pains are coming on stronger and faster, but there is still no AF yet.
And come on now, pregnancy tests are only valid for 10 minutes and any change after that has to be disregarded. But now I can't remember if I threw it away before the 10 minutes were up. Okay I shouldn't do this to myself, the pains are here, AF is coming. I have to accept it and stop imagining more joyful scenarios.
On another note, I called the doctor's office today, we have an appointment on Wednesday. I've never met this doc before so it's going to be more of a look, listen & see rendezvous and then I guess we'll take it from there.
