Well, it's been six weeks since my last visit from AF. Not that I'm missing her at all, but she's a nice thing to see every once in awhile after she's come back from a thirteen month hiatus. And I don't mean randomly see her...I'd just like to see her every 28 days like I'm used to. So yes, she's missing.
Oh...did I mention I've been extremely tired for no apparent reason? Hmm...how about the fact that I've been feeling bouts of nausea at least once per day and a whopping three times today?!
Well..if that doesn't get you feeling all kinds of suspicious...
Today, the hubs and I were *ahem* doing the marital thing and we had a teenage panic moment.
The condom broke.
Yep. You may have to squint, but you know what that says! ...excuse me for a second....
akfhailgbas;nkdjn;ksjng;karg n;knv;dlfkjgslkfjgsldgj aorijalk gn ---running around screaming like a chicken sans head---slas;lmdlkmas;lk;wal kmdlkvs;lkjal;sejvksrntb;slkejvnal;kr htal;mj fa;lbkjerlkaj al;skjr
Okay...now that I've acted a dern fool and composed myself. I'm terrified. I took two tests a couple weeks ago and they both said negative-o. What if I take one tonight or tomorrow morning and it says positive? Wouldn't that be some sort of cruel and late April Fool's Joke?! UGH. I'm just scared. I'm hoping if I just ignore it, all of these 'what-if's' and coincidences will go away. What say you?!
pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleeeeeeeeaaaaase don't be pregnant, Kiranda.