I am participating in the Blogging From A-Z Challenge. Each day in April (except the last 4 Sundays), I will post topic themes that begin with the letters of the alphabet, from A-Z. Today's letter is U.
I have talked & talked until I'm blue in the face about how evil my utes are. Why can't they just work like so many other people's utes work? I bring this up b/c I had another negative pregnancy test. I knew I shouldn't even consider it as a possibility b/c at this point (over 4 years of trying), it's most likely not going to happen. However, I've been pretty regular for the last few years, so being 6 days late seemed like a valid excuse to allow myself a little hope.
All day Sunday it was the only thing on my mind. The hubs & I talked about how this would affect our plans for Disneyland this year & the various things that would have to be altered to accommodate a mini-Sams. We were both tentative, but hopeful. We decided I'd wait & take the test first thing Monday morning b/c rumor has it the first morning's pee is the most potent.
Monday morning I woke up just kind of knowing what the result would be. So I prepared myself. I walked into the bathroom, opened the now familiar little foil pouch that the pee stick is wrapped in, and did my business. And as I had suspected, it was negative.
There are times when seeing that single line indicating my utes are bereft of child, I feel like a failure. My heart feels as if it's breaking into little pieces & I question everything about myself. What kind of horrible piece of shit must I be to not be able to get pregnant when so many women pop out babies like they're human pez dispensers?!
But the last couple of negatives haven't hurt quite so much. They're still disappointing, but I think I'm finally getting numb to them. I'm just not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Maybe a little of both? In any case, I'm going to take this in stride and focus on losing weight for our trip. One day we'll go see a doctor & hopefully get a final yay or nay on the baby making business. Until then, I'm just going to do what I do best: trudge onward.
I'm a thirty-something mom & wife. I over-think everything, then I blog about it. I write for myself, not because I believe everything I say is hugely important. I just hope maybe someone will read it & be entertained or inspired. At the very least, it makes me feel better to have somewhere to dump my thoughts & fulfill my urge to write.