So what does a sick person stuck in bed with lots of free time on her hands do? Spend lots of time on the Internet duhhhhh! So it took me all of 3 minutes to look at my favourite blogs and that leaves only one activity left. Obsess over babies and infertility of course!
So today is cycle day 30 (cd30). No signs of a period. Insert delusional thoughts here. Even though a blood test told me I didn't ovulate and I have no symptoms but a kick ass cold/infection, there was that one person who end up actually being pregnant. And then there was that post by someone who said they took a million home pregnancy tests and they kept getting a negative until week 8. So I start to wonder if I still have a pregnancy test left over from last time. I actually got out of bed and started digging through my cupboard looking for the test! Then in the mere milliseconds before officially losing my tiny mind, I realized what I was about to do. And now that I think about it, what compels someone to pee on multiple home pregnancy tests for 8 weeks?! Those things aren't cheap. In fact, I could probably have a new pair of pretty heels with the amount of money I have spent on home pregnancy tests thus far.
By 6:00 tonight I had cabin fever big time. I was in a major funk. I missed the good ol' US of A, I felt like I was never going to get through my giant list of "I'm 30 and want to be someone's mommy" list and of course I'm still infertile. So I grabbed the hubby off the couch and we headed to the mall. We saw the cutest little kitties at the pet store, but then I got all emotional and sad because what if no one wants to take them home and love on them. It was even worse because the kitten looks just like my baby. Then of course all I could think about was the heartless bitch who dump him and his siblings in an empty lot...okay I digress.
There is candy store that sells American soft drinks. YEAAA!!! I don't know about anyone else but when I'm sick Canada Dry Ginger Ale is like a hug from mom. So I make a beeline for the fridge and the woman who worked there was blocking me with her stupid ladder reorganizing extra stock or something. There was no way around her because its a tiny poorly laid out store. I was CLEARLY interested in getting a can out but did she move?? OH HELL NO!!! We made eye contact right before I left the store because OHHHH THE RAGE. All I wanted to do was go back in there and push her off the ladder. Or perhaps throw candy bars at her at her until she fell and cracked her head open like humpty dumpty. What stupid sales persons blocks their only customer from the one product they want???!!!! Maybe I should have beaten her like a pinata because she had candy for brains? Yes, I know these are not kind thoughts and I probably have just secured a spot on the express train to hell. All I wanted was ginger ale.
I had to settle for the next best thing...TARGET!!! Definitely not as cool as the American Targets but a very decent equivalent. I stumbled across the 4th book in a series I have been reading. SCORE!! (At least I can read tomorrow and not worry about the awesomeness of daytime t.v.) Then had ice cream for dinner. Yes, I know this was not the best idea but I was still contemplating tenderizing the candy lady with my new meat tenderizer from Target. As we were leaving I found the UGLIEST shoes on the planet or at least the southern hemisphere. I can not even begin to describe them. All I can say is someone clearly skinned the ugliest couch ever to make them. I will upload the picture of them when my internet starts cooperating.
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