Tomorrow was going to be POAS Day. I allowed myself to dream of how fun it would be to get a positive test the day before J's 30th birthday. We grabbed a bite for dinner tonight and I had to stop by the drug store. While I was there I picked up a couple of tests because, other than extremely sore boobs (that I've had for TWO WEEKS now), I had no sign of AF.
I get in the car and J asks, what else did you get?
Oh, I just grabbed some tests. We're out.
Yeah, I wasn't going to say anything.
Yeah. I kind of thought you should have been bleeding by now. (Yeah, we're classy.)
I kid you not, I was not in the car for more than two minutes before I started feeling the twinges of AF.
Me: Are you fricken kidding me!?
I think I'm starting.
Sure enough! I get home and the evil wench has arrived. She couldn't have shown up 5 minutes before? No. First, I had to spend $12 and ratchet my hopes up another little notch. Oh, and she had to be a week late so that next month I'm basically guaranteed to get my period in Europe. UGH. Bitch.