Checking In

Pretty sure my body is fucking with me, and I'm not liking it.

Today is day 38. Still got a negative test, even on the expensive 'early result' test. So... I wish I had charted. I'm scared I didn't ovulate, or that I did ovulate but it was late, which means we had horrible timing.

I'm starting to freak the fuck out.

So, I'm not going to test again until Saturday. Someone hold me to that, please? Will. Not. Test. I just can't keep seeing the negatives. And I can't afford any more tests until I get paid again (I can afford them, but it's stupid to keep buying them if they're not going to tell me anything I want to hear).

I shouldn't have even tested today, but I have a dentist appointment tomorrow and I wanted to know one way or the other so I could let them know. Tomorrow is the dentist, and I have to go pick up the wedding picture CD (only a year and change late). And then I'll probably start working on the disaster room (spare bedroom), just to keep myself busy.

Breakfast with the Mommies on Thursday, work Friday, and then I'm off Saturday (and hopefully Sunday).

So... I basically am walking around feeling like a bomb that's could explode any time now. Like my body will give the big F-U and AF will rear her ugly head.

Hooray. Stoopid body.