This is an entry I wrote a couple days ago, not really to share it with you, but more so to get some nervous energy out because I was FREAKING out. Freaking. And now, since it’s been a couple days and I’ve had a couple glasses of wine I feel like sharing so you can all laugh at me. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. Oh, and three hours after I wrote this I got my period. My muse is laughing at me, too.
I am terrified I am pregnant. I just got back from Target with an HPT and I’m chugging water now so I can take the damn thing. By my best calculations, my period is two or three days late. My nipples have been sensitive and my boobs sore for the last week. I can not tell if what I’m feeling is PMS or not. I mean, it probably is. I probably ovulated later than usual. I’m probably incredibly exhausted because I’m training for a marathon. I’m probably light headed because… well, I’m training for a marathon. My boobs are probably sore because… errr… I’m training for a marathon?
I’m not writing this right now with the intention of publishing it. If that test is positive, then I will have to tell some people first. I’m sure my husband would like to hear the word in person and not on my blog. Hell, I don’t even know how long it would be until I share the news….. cart before horse. Okay. I just need to test. I really hope that this is a post I CAN publish this week so you all can laugh your asses off at me for being so worked up over nothing.
Then I hope after I publish it I can make an appt. with my OB to get the Mirena put in.
Whew…. just took the test. Negative. Somebody get this girl a drink…. and an IUD.
Kendall is not nearly old enough to have a little brother or sister.