I think I am really on edge lately. Today I was just flying off the handle at everything – fought with hubby while making dinner, after listing off a bunch of irritations to him and sorting that out (he apologised for doing the irritating things). Sigh. I think it all comes back to the fact that I’m getting more and more tense about testing on monday. When you want something so bad… it just ties you up in knots waiting, wondering, worrying.

Will this month be the one? Will I be lucky? This month feels even more desperate because I really want a September baby. A little bit of vanity (I was born in September).

I’ve been trying to keep myself busy this week – I decided to start redoing the kitchen, starting with painting, so of course I’m all obsessed with paint colors and countertop samples. That’s making me cranky too (DH and I are disagreeing with pretty much everything), but in my mind it’s at least a distraction.