And now the nanny thinks I'm pregnant
Yesterday, I opened stick-peeing season. There was a faint magenta second line on my inaugural OPK, which I left on the bathroom counter for purposes of comparison with this morning's urine. When I got up at 3 a.m., I forgot; when I got up at 5 a.m., I forgot. When I got up at 8:45 a.m., the nanny had already arrived and gone to the bathroom, where the stick was still prominently displayed next to the sink, its misleading two lines clearly visible.
She has been smiling shyly at me all day.