Tuesday, March 24, 2015
you know - I try to convince myself that I don't know why I'm testing.
I got my period for fuck sake, and so I totally expect the test to be negative.
But, then, I'm totally lying to myself.
Because, why else would one take a pregnancy test, other than that they think they might be (even the teeniest weeniest possibility of being) pregnant?
So I sat and watched the minute hand slowly tick through 5 rotations on my watch, and secretly hoped I was That One... The One who "got her period and didn't think she was pregnant."
Alas, we ended the night watching Sunday night's Walking Dead, toasting a wacky cycle and a wacky AF with some hard cider.
C'est la vie...