These quick takes are more like confessions. Super short confessions about my trials and tribulations with pregnancy tests.
I hadn’t bought pregnancy tests since Nov. 2009. I believe they only feed the impatient Alison. That and my husband didn’t want me wasting the money and torturing myself. I like that he doesn’t like me to torture myself.
Well, minus the pregnancy test over the summer that the doctor made me take, because from my chart I “looked pregnant!” and it must be true if the doctor thinks so. Welcome to my world, sir. And it was (surprise) negative. And $50. Ouch.
This week, I bought three from the dollar store. I blame it on my husband not being around to stop me.
Two of them were negative.
I want to throw the third one away before I have a chance to uselessly use it. I will not be buying anymore.
Implantation cramps are probably something that a sub/in-fertile woman made up. I’m pretty sure those can’t actually exist in real life. It was probably just gas.
The lady at the dollar store asked if they work, because she needed to take one. Work as in how? Allow you to pee on them? Give you positives? Or tell you the cold-hard truth? I’m pretty sure I need a bigger data set to be able to tell that. Either way, I said a quick prayer for her as I left. Some people don’t hope for pregnancy. Some people worry about it instead. Both aren’t easy.
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