I am sorta tired of peeing on sticks. Swear to God, I’ve urinated on more sticks in the past few months than I ever thought I would.
Last night I was so irritated with the peeing on the stick that I rendered the test negative. For those of you familiar with the process, you’ll know that it was my peeing that ruined the test, and I’ll not elaborate more. This morning I used the digital version, which gave me a big fat “no.”
I went back to bed with the dog for a while after that.
We kinda thought we nailed it this month, no pun intended, and so we were a little disappointed that another month has passed and we’re not pregnant. I’m not opening the comments on this one, mostly because I just want to be OK with being sad and disappointed about this, and not feel apologetic for not just relaxing and not worrying like everyone says I should be. As much as I appreciate – so, so much – all of camaraderie, I want to wallow around a bit and not pretend that the disappointment isn’t there.
We are going to try to not try next. The next two weeks promise to be incredibly stressful – work, absolutely, and we’re slated to close on our house, too. I have no idea how I’m going to keep my head above water, and stress is no good for the system anyway, so I don’t need to heap trying to get pregnant on top of it all. Better I just take it all bird-by-bird and juggle what I can. I think it’s the most sane approach.
And I know. That’ll be when we get pregnant.
