I didn’t actually see my doc, I only met with a lab tech who did a urine test (negative, but it was at least my 6th or 7th time peeing that day, so . . .) and a blood test, with results tomorrow. Fuck. Fuckety Fuck.  I really wish I knew. I hope when I call for results tomorrow I don’t get too upset at a negative. And, if it is a negative, where the fuck is my PERIOD?

Anyway.  I do have Breana’s dream to ponder:

In my dream I had all this stuff to help people who are TTC
(like HPTs), and since I’m not trying to get pregnant, I was
all, ‘What the Hell am I going to do with this?’ So I got
really giddy and started boxing everything up for you,
because I figured I could save you some money. And I called
you to get your new address and you said, ‘Well, I don’t need
that stuff anymore,’ and I about flipped out. The dream
changed shortly afterwards (something about post-it notes
stuck all over my gas heater starting a fire) but I woke up
thinking, hot damn, Gretchen’s pregnant! Sort of strange,
don’t you think?