What a great weekend.  Easily one of the top five weekends at the lake.  The festival was meh, whatever — it’s mostly the same people every year, and most of the stuff is just Stuff.  Rustic decorations and all, which is not my style, and most of it is just stuff to look at, not to use. I love the Common Ground, held in the fall, because you can get stuff to USE — maple syrup and organic candles and stuff like that.  And the CGF has animals and demos, and most of the vendors from the Folk Art Festival are there too. ANyway.  That was overshadowed by the swimming in the lake, the boatride to a pancake breakfast on the shore at a friend’s house, the hydro-bikes and the lobster dinner and the celebration of the purchase of the Land Trust, and knowing that my grandkids grandkids will be able to see the same things I grew up with, because of my father (and a whole lot of other people).  That was cool.

I’m still in the 2WW, though, and just don’t know.  I’m trying to hold off to test until I’m late and have good strong boob pain (which is very noticeably different when I’m pregnant) but I figure I’m due on Wednesday.  I have some signs, sure — tired, peeing in the night, and boob pain that last night made it uncomfortable to stomach sleep — but not impossible.  Last time I could only stomach sleep with a scaffolding of pillows and elbows, and  last night all I needed was some creative breast arranging, but I still spent most of the night on my back or side.  I thought about testing today — but I woke up and felt crampy, so I figured I wouldn’t.  I could just imagine peeing on the stick and then wiping and seeing blood and then feeling foolish.  Tomorrow, my cousin and her daughter will be staying with us, so testing then would be weird (because how do I tell Dave with company here?) and Wednesday they leave (but will be here in the morning, etc).  So, Thursday is my goal. I am trying to wait until Thursday.

Sigh. THe waiting still sucks.