What up, GT. It's been a helluva week.

About a month ago, the hubs and I went on an anniversary mini-roadtrip and made the saix for the first time in a year and a half. The following Monday, I got my period, but it was...weird. Seven days later, I ovulated and spotted, which is rare for me. All the other signs were there, so I figured I'm 32, hormones fluctuate, whatevs. I still haven't gotten Ol' Red. It's a week late, going by the date I think I ovulated.

The hubs and I went on one of our Saturdate adventures today, and I told him I wanted to pick up a pregnancy test. He freaked out exactly the appropriate amount and drove me all over the city trying to find one (WTF, Dollar Store and Family Dollar! Are pregnancy tests in super-high demand fot Thanksgiving??). I just took it a few minutes ago, and it was negative, as expected. Still, I'm a little sad about it. It would have been kind of cool to have a mini waffle pop up in a few months. Still, we're not ready in several ways, so it's good that we're not.

Even so, I guess I'll have to start charting my egg drops, as another GT-er suggested (thank you, whoever you are). I also made sure to get two testers, just in case. Fuck being female, fuck getting older, and fuck whatever's going on with my body right now.

Thanks for listening. You guys are TEH BESTESTS.