Couldn’t wait to take the test. It was negative. Don’t get me wrong here folks. I want nothing more in this world than to have a baby. However, I’m on a weight loss drug. I can only imagine what kind of damage that would do. Further, my amazing uterus comes with its own host of complications. So, I’m just sighing…not of relief or sorrow, but just because.
See you tomorrow with class #6’s review.
It just dawned on me that my period is now two days late. I’m chalking it up to rapid weight loss. However, if it does not show up tomorrow, I’ll be testing. I should be excited or nervous, but rather I’m just plain irritated. I swear though if anybody even utters anything to the effect of, “You just needed to relax,” “See, once you started adopting it did the trick,” or anything like that I’ll loose my marbles. What do I want the test to say, you ask. No clue. All of this is just pushed back to the back dusty corner of my mind with the rest of the infertility boxes of baggage.
So, today I will focus on scrubbing my house until it is nearly spotless, rechecking my homework for tomorrow’s class, and smiling wildly about my ten pound weight loss. Man, life is just so messy. For the record, I’m not hoping for a positive. I’m much more realistic now than that.
Back to scrubbing now…
