My poor hubby. He's probably thanking his lucky stars that I go to work tomorrow. He is well past the "justifiable homicide" threshold.
I have been so hormonal that I have been alternately crying and yelling at the drop of a hat. On Saturday I suffered bone-crushing fatigue that turned me into a pathetic whiny-ass.
I would love to be optimistic and think that I'm lucky enough for these to be pregnancy hormones. Unfortunately, my gut feeling that I am not pregnant is sticking around. I think I'm just depressed.
The bright side is, I have started planning on horseback riding in the Bahamas in March.
Today A went to a birthday party for his cousin's baby (remember, this is the cousin who was going to start trying the same time we did? they now have a one year old. we are still not pregnant) I bowed out to spend the day with my mom, as her birthday was this past week.
A got home and told me it was a good thing I didn't go. He said there were babies everywhere. His friends were talking about their kids and then would look at him awkwardly, not sure how to include him in the conversation.
Yeah, I'm glad I didn't go.
Plan is still to test Wednesday, although I won't lie, the urge to test tomorrow is very strong. I'm fighting it. The worst thing about using first morning urine is that then...I have to go to work afterwards. Blech.