I said I was going to do it. Here we are.

You may be wondering

Listen, I'd love to hit a Chinese buffet right now, but covid is a thing. A lot is wrong with me. I'm emotional. Like pms. I need waffle house or something right now. I need a lifetime movie. I need to cry to Hamilton.

I have ONE FRER in my bathroom. Amazon didn't show up yesterday. Now I'll have even more tests, arriving at some ambiguous maybe today maybe Friday time. I'll either be more pregnant or bleeding by then. I'm impatient.

So here I am, on glow, looking at all the 10dpo positives. I'm triple checking my chart. I just took my bbt when I got up in case I couldn't fall asleep again. Fuck.

So here I am. Debating. Holding my pee. I know it's that fmu. It's that liquid baby gold or something. I'm 45 seconds away from peeing in that cup every minute.

But rationale speaks up and says

In my head I'll have two perfect lines that are actually VISIBLE. I have cramps right now. Who am I kidding? I'm full on crazy.

So I'll probably get up and pee here in like twenty minutes. I'm going broke buying these tests.

Wish me luck. We all know what's going to happen.