As a very little girl, I remember standing around with a group of other youngsters pulling petals off a flower and chanting, “He loves me. He loves me not,” along with everyone else. It was this sort of adult thing that we could do as little kids without any real reprimanded. Because clearly adults pulled petals off of flowers to determine the state of their relationships. Not that a single one of us really understood what we were doing in the first place.
Pulling petals doesn’t have to be about love, though. I remember in Shrek when Fiona uses the same method to decide whether or not to share her deep dark secret. It worked for her, and was a cute little scene.
I feel like pulling petals now.
I could very well be pregnant right as I’m typing this. I could also very well not be.
Could. Maybe. Might be. Possible.
I feel like a character in a cartoon walking around with a big thought bubble over my head, who’s only contents is ????
I totally get why women go a bit crazy during the 2WW. (Not that I’m crazy right now. I’m always crazy. Things just get exasperated when I don’t have entire control over myself in a situation.) Waiting for anything usually sucks. The anticipation is just…terrible.
Nearly every early pregnancy symptom is also an incoming period symptom. The ones that are maybe a bit more questionable, like my overwhelming exhaustion at the moment, could very easily just be my body’s reaction to my first full work week in ages. It’s tiring and would be whether or not I was germinating. It’s work.
Which was great, as a side note. I was merrily working away on a flyer Friday when it occurred to me that I was getting paid for having fun. My smile was so big it almost hurt.
But I digress…
Technically speaking, you can’t [read: shouldn’t] actually test for pregnancy before the expected date of your period. Depending on what internet program I reference, that day is anywhere between 30 to 33 days since my last one. 30 days is tomorrow…er later today since I’m typing this past midnight.
So it seems like I could actually clear this all up soon, right?
Well…no. Because false negatives are more likely the earlier I test, it really would make sense to wait a couple days at least.
Then there’s Fertility Friend, the site I’ve been using to track my bbt and what not. It doesn’t like the fact that my last cycle was actually 42 days. (Look, I didn’t like it either.) They want me to wait until 42 days have past before testing.
Apparently they’d also like to drive me to drink. (Quite a feat, as I’m rounding out 4 months of sobriety as is.)
So what to do…?
Well, as the thousands of women before me have done, I think I’ll probably break down and test before the recommended 42 days. I might be able to hold out, but this is my first test of my first month trying, so…yeah…
Who knows, maybe by this time next week, I’ll have some news. Maybe I won’t.
Either way, I don’t think I can dare to put my faith in flowers.