Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The day I was too chicken-shite to pee on a stick.

That would be today, sports fans.

14 DPO today.

Might I be preggo? Yeah.

Will the world find out today? No.

My boobs don't hurt very much any more, so it's nice that that phase is over. I'm on cycle day 34, if anyone's counting. I am. But only loosely, since my cycle seems to have taken on a 47 day life of its own. That's approximately the length of time a squirrel gestates, for those of you that were wondering. Which of course, is all of you.

Maybe my acupuncturist will talk me into it tomorrow.

edited to add: Pissed at Dr Boy. Did he ask me once today if I POAS? No. Did he realize we did like bunnies two weeks ago? Does he know how all of this makes me feel? I wish he expressed more often that he was invested in the process.


  1. I have been known to wait two weeks before actually taking a test. You've got another 13 days before I start judging!! ;)

  2. Hahahahahaha! I almost called you last night but thought that might be poor form. Instead, I will call you tonight.



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