Is it just a coincidence that Monday is Valentine's?
Apologies. You guys have been more supportive than my favorite jog bra, and I'm not trying to leave anyone in suspense. Well, that's a lie. I guess I am trying to leave myself in suspense, or clinging to the edges of it, anyway. Double apologies.
The call never came, which I'm assuming means that the lab didn't get the results to Dr. Meow before closing. Which means I might hear on
Sure, I could pee on a stick, and if I was hopeful at all, I might be driven to do it. But as I still feel so profoundly not pregnant, and since that Sea of White is even harder for me than the subsequent Sea of Red, I don't think I will. So, I may remain in that state of suspense till Monday. Or not, depending on how enthusiastically my uterus wants to shed its thick winter coat in preparation for spring. (Which is in full swing here, by the way. Now is the season when our good friends The Environmental Allergens move on from mold and mildew to the entire California pollen spectrum.)
To pass the time as we sneeze and wait, J. and I are wagering on whether The Call or The Tide will arrive first. J., trying so hard to be positive, is a staunch financial supporter of The Call. I, however, have five bucks and a blow job riding on The Tide. Now that's confidence.