I Am So Weak, and It Still Got Me Nowhere.

So like I said, we agreed to wait until this weekend to test.  Then I got up this morning and thought on my way down the stairs that it really wasn't fair of me to keep T in suspense this long. (Thinking only of him you see, I am quite thoughtful that way, no interest in myself whatsoever.)

 

I took the dog out back and pleaded with her to hurry up and go already as I needed to do the same...quickly.  I got her back inside and let her wander off to greet T on the couch while I rushed to the bathroom.  Once seated on the pot I opened the cupboard and pulled out my handy dandy little fertility monitor and pushed the button for the day.  CD29, Low and the M was flashing in the corner meaning AF should be right around the corner.  Great, just what I expected. 

 

I then reached back into the cupboard ready to pull out my last remaining FRED from the 3 pack I bought online.  It wasn't there.  I looked in the box with the test sticks for my monitor, it wasn't there.  I looked in the box with my pantiliners and tampons, it wasn't there.  I looked in the test stick box again, still not there, I looked in the other box again, still not there. Lather.Rinse.Repeat.  ALL THE WHILE HOLDING MY URINE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THIS WORLD!!!!!

 

Where the Hell did it go?  Did I use it last month?  I don't remember.  I thought about the last remaining test from the dollar store, in the box, on the shelf in the closet of the guestroom.  I would have to get up, walk down the hall, pull down the big storage box which acts as our overflow pantry for things that don't fit in the bathroom cupboard then go back to the bathroom and pee in a cup and use the dropper thingy and I had to go SO bad. 

*sigh*

 

I let it go...literally.

 

I guess I can always try again tomorrow after positively making sure there is a test within reach before I go to bed tonight.