Today was a stressful<\/i> day. It ended very good (as good as can be), but it was super, super stressful for me.<\/p>\n
First I was stressed about work at my client’s. Turned out that went just fine, if a little oddly. So my stress diminished during the day and I was just looking forward to going home.<\/p>\n
Right before it was time for me to leave I felt… something. You know that feeling when AF starts? That dripping<\/i>, wet feeling? That. I started to worry. A lot. It wasn’t until I had actually left, though, that I really started panicking. My undies still felt very wet, and I kept telling myself it was just prometrium. But I wanted to check. I needed<\/i> to check. It was all I could think about.<\/p>\n
I had to buy dog food while I was out, so I tried to do it quickly. That backfired in a big way. First I had to return to my truck to get my purse which I’d forgotten, then I had to go back to the parking lot to get a cart. I bought the dog food, threw it in my truck as it started raining, shoved the cart back into the cart-return, and took off. Over and over in my head were horrible thoughts of bleeding. For some reason I reached for my phone – maybe to call Den? – and realized my purse isn’t here<\/i>. I swerved into a parking lot alongside the road and dug through my truck… not there<\/i>. I’d left my freaking purse in the parking lot!!!!<\/p>\n
So I went racing back, now freaking out about TWO things. I got there, checked the carts, checked beside where I was parked… my purse is not there. I ran inside…. and then I saw it, sitting in a cart beside a cashier. She said, “This your purse?” I said yes and thank you, thank you, thank you. She said the little old lady standing at the counter brought it inside. I thanked her, too, profusely. And then raced out the door.<\/p>\n
When I got home – a good half-hour’s drive home, I might add – I dropped everything and ran into the bathroom. I had worked myself up into a full-blown panic picturing miscarriage and blaming myself for not taking my prometrium pills exactly 8 hours apart. But it was prometrium!<\/i> Just like I SHOULD have known it was. But SHOULD have doesn’t mean diddly squat when you’re terrified like I was. Not a speck of spotting, thank god.<\/p>\n
And my boobs are still veiny.<\/p>\n
In other news, Den is now trying to talk me out of taking a pregnancy test in the morning. He thinks, if I’m going to test, I should do it when I get back from getting my blood drawn. (It’s a half-hour drive there and half-hour back.) I think he’s worried about me being alone in a car after a bad result. But I’m not so certain that being alone in a car and not knowing<\/i> will be any better. Just look at what happened to me today – I was NOT all the way with it at all.<\/p>\n
So Den’s *brilliant* idea (sarcasm) is that I can POAS before I leave if I want to but I am not to wake him up<\/i>. He said if he told me to wake him up if it were positive but not if it was negative, then if he woke up and I was gone he’d know<\/i>. But what kind of idiotic solution is that? WTF? I mean, if he was really overly concerned about me<\/i> he could go WITH me to get my blood drawn. (He’s not going in to work tomorrow – he has a doctor’s appointment after I get back, then we have the day together.) So either way I’m waking him up if it’s positive. I’m sorry, but I am posting online right away and I am NOT going to let my husband be the LAST to know!!<\/p>\n
He can be such a weirdo sometimes.<\/p>\n
I’m actually counting down the hours now. 2 more hours until I can go to bed. Then I just try to sleep until morning – or as late as I possibly can before getting up to empty my bladder onto one of those magical little sticks. (And it had better damnwell be magical this time.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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