I do not,
I repeat I do NOT have my period.
I feel bloated, but not periody.
I’m trying not to get excited.
But I’m getting excited.
I’m trying not to compose my two-pink-lines post in my head.
But I have three drafts.
No, people. I will not pee on a stick until this 12th day of evil is over blood-free.
And I’m thinking of not drinking any more liquids tonight, so I’ll have highly-concentrated pee tomorrow. Like, frozen-in-a-cardboard-can concentrated.
If I bleed at this point, I’m going to need all of those of you who know me IRL to show up at my door with booze. Lots and lots of booze. And games and tissues and coffee. (Though considering Co’s day 14 negative, perhaps I should wait until day 15 for the pity party.)
I hope there’s a butterfly in my tummy.