CD Fucking FORTY THREE. Not a drop. Not a smidge, not a hint of a tan spot. NOTHING.

However, Amy confims that YES, there was a line on that first HPT, so I can scratch "hysterical hallucination" off the list of "things to worry about."  New plan, testing tomorrow using the same brand as the one that had a line before, and if nothing happens by Tuesday, I am calling my doc. If there is no line tomorrow, and no blood by Tuesday, I want a blood test for piece of mind, and reassurance that being over a week late doesn’t mean ectopic pregnancy or early menopause.

My trip to Portland was great; got to have some good best friend time, AND watch some cable.  I don’t want cable as much as I want Tivo, really, but watching old Wife Swaps and Da Ali G Shows sure is easy when you have a DVR.  When we took D to swim practice, the humidity of the the pool deck and the sound of the high schoolers kicks (thud, thud ,thud) made me nauseous.  I woke up with heartburn, again.  I’ve been having cramps ALL WEEK.  I’ve made countless runs to the toilet thinking "Aha, THERE it is . . ." only to find . . .  nothing. At all.  Sigh.  I also was able to smell a dirty diaper at Amy’s, and her kids’ Stink Blasters had me pulling my shirt up over my nose and mouth.  Amy insists that it’s not normal for me to smell that well.

After leaving Amy’s, I headed to Freeport to do some shopping.  I needed to get slippers for Dave, because there is no substitute for real shearling slippers.  I stopped in at the British Goods store, since it’s never open when I go through, and got way too excited to find Violet Crumble, my favorite candy ever, discovered in Australia and last consumed in Phoenix.  At LLBean, I got Dave’s slippers, a new Nalgene, some Hot Chillys pants, and a new tri-clip carabiner key chaing.  On my way to the car, I saw a place I’d never seen before, a puzzle and games store, and found the elusive Rush Hour expansion packs and another ThinkFun game, Square by Square, and everything was 40 percent off, so I got all that for less than 20 bucks. Nice.

By that time, it had started to snow, just some thin, dry, flakes here and there, but I wanted to get home before it got too bad.  It didn’t start swirling around the ground until about ten minutes from home, so I got home just in the nick of time… to find that Dave had cleaned the house, and done ALL the dishes.  He also had lit two of our citrus candles, and the place smelled SO. FUCKING. GOOD.  It still smells good. Mmmmmm…..