I must admit I had a big smile when I read all the "Pee on the stick, already!" comments. And I promise I'm not trying to be coy - I'm so not that person. I'm not exaggerating when I say I'm severely frightened to take the damn thing. Which is really dumb, because me not taking it is obviously not affecting the outcome. I think maybe I'm enjoying the ignorant bliss while I can? Like, as long as it's still a possibility I can continue to be in a good mood but if the possibility is ruled out, I go back to the end of the waiting line.
I got myself so riled up, late last night I wrote Swistle a semi-hysterical email and as is her way, her response calmed me. I wasn't so much as asking for advice as I was asking her to share her pregnancy test experiences, as she's had quite a few of them. In general I like hearing pregnancy stories but right now is the time to share with me your TESTING stories, if you would be so indulgent. And if you would like not to broadcast to the world like I do, you can always email them to me. I promise I'm not doing a social experiment; I'm just really curious right now and I guess need other stories to compare mine to.
Today I'm either one, two or three days late for the period, based on what's happened with my cycle for the last three months. Damn me for not keeping track of my cycle more carefully over the last year, because that would tell a better, more accurate story. To me it seemed as though I'm very consistent but not when I see the last three months of 34, 32 and 30 day cycles. So I'm thinking tomorrow might really be the day, as if I'm STILL not bleeding but also not pregnant, it might indicate a problem that I'd need to make the doctor aware of.
This is riveting isn't it. I'm boring MYSELF, so if your eyes are bleeding right now I don't blame you and I apologize.
Dinner with the family was way less annoying than I imagined it would be which is usually the case. I sat between Brian and the good sister-in-law, who traded a couple of giggling snide whispers with me and made me laugh. The mean sister-in-law acted so nice and sweet like she always does and every time it amazes me. It's a rock solid cover and I certainly find it hard to picture her throwing things and punching Grant (in the balls!), but then again why would he make those things up and tell them to Brian because it only makes him look like a wuss. But the parents were surprised and overjoyed with the dinner and that's all that matters. It didn't make me jealous seeing Iris's whole face light up when she saw and held her grandsons; it made me happy for her. It made me clearly picture her doing the same thing with my future child.
More fascinating news: I had Kelly cut six inches off of my hair. That's not very dramatic though, considering it's still a little below my shoulders. It was long and scraggy and not doing a damn thing but being put into a ponytail every day and making me curse at it. Now it's light, flippy and really cute and I'm glad I did it. Especially since we had our first glimpse of hellish summer temps yesterday. It reached ninety, is what I'm saying. That's NINE plus TY. Hauling home some groceries that included Breyer's ice cream, I thought, "Please no. I'm not ready for this shit yet." It's supposed to get back to more seasonable pleasant temps, but still.
So today is the big family cookout, with more family coming from all over the state. This means I should be baking George's birthday pie and not futzing around on the computer.
And then tomorrow...might be very interesting. *GAG*
Viva la weekend!