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The suspense is killing me!

Here I sit at 11 DPO. I had a temp spike this morning, which was good because I had a dip the day before and was starting to worry… I’m trying to ignore all of the phantom symptoms that are swirling around me. I’m hopeful, but also pretty damn scared of being let down. The Boy looks at my chart after a jump like today and asks me what it all means. All I can tell him that we’re currently still in the game and only time will tell how it will all turn out.

I’ve been dying to test, but made a promise to a couple of my GP girls (hi mrsh and Angie!) that I wouldn’t do anything until Thursday. A person of my word, I plan to wait until then. It’s so hard with all of those tests lying around the house. The Boy jokes that I should line them up on the ground and do an MC Hammer on them, so I can pee on a whole bunch of tests at once. Silly boy, but I loves him.

So, think good thoughts for me, give me some high temp spikes, and dump some BFP dust on me for when tomorrow comes.

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So, it’s getting close to testing time. I’ve been spending too much money lately on pregnancy tests, so I decided to take a trip to the Dollar Tree to get some cheapies. There isn’t a store close to me, so The Boy and I took a drive to Waterbury to track some down and run some other errands.

We go into the store and head right to the “health care” section. I warned The Boy that I was going to buy a bunch of them, and loaded up my arms with 8 of them. We get to the register and see that there is a rack of them there too. I turn to him, make a crack about pregnancy tests being an impulse item, and grab two more to add to my collection.

To preface: In the spirit of being green, we don’t get plastic bags whenever we can. With that in mind, here’s the exchange with the poor young guy at the register:

Me: We don’t need a bag.
Cashier looks at me like I have three heads. He continues checking us out.
Him: Are you sure you don’t want a bag? (embarrassed for both himself and me, I think)
Me: Nope, I’m cool… I’ve got no shame. I’ll just hold the boxes backwards
Cashier laughs and loads up my arms with pregnancy tests.
The Boy laughs and thanks the kid, giving him a look as if to say Just think of what I have to deal with every day!

One of the things I love about The Boy is how he’s game for any harebrained scheme I have got going on. He’ll support me with whatever I want to do, even if the kid who rang us up will have a great stories to tell the folks at home. Hey, he looked like he was having a crappy day, and we at least got him to laugh!

When will I test, you ask? I’m about 8 DPO today, so I’m thinking I’ll test at about 10 DPO or so. Think good thoughts! Oh, and I promised The Boy that I’d let him POAS and give himself a test. Damn, I should have bought 11!

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