I went on the crazy train again today when it comes to pee sticks and here is why. Short story is I have had two hangovers in two weekends. What that means is that I have had a little bit too much to drink two weekends in a row. Normally, I don't worry too much about how much I drink but for some reason this month has really hit me hard. I'm not even close to having my period, forget about missing it but I still bought pregnancy tests on the way to the register while buying diapers this morning.
These tests, as opposed to the others, were digital. I wasted both of those. I guess you have to wait til the clock thingy is on the screen before you pee whereas the good old fashioned ones you just pee on. I would have known that if I had read the directions but, well, haste makes waste. So rather than take that as a sign that I need to seriously get a hold of myself, I went to Walgreen's on my lunch hour to buy a new box of the old school ones and a bag of Ruffles to quell my shame. That's how I do.
Of course, the tests were all negative and I know that. I just needed something to calm my nerves and to tell me that the only person I am hurting with my binge drinking is myself. Right? Here I am trying to potentially incubate another human being only to poison it with alcohol. Real smooth, Randi.
So these are my confessions, folks. I think I'd be better off finding out I am barren.