How do you get three negative pregnancy tests in one month? A. You are impatient B. You love taking tests, so you jump at each chance C. You are stubborn, and don’t believe tests (when they’re wrong) D. You have a stupid irregular cycle that confuses you E. All of the above
Darling Husband and I have been trying for the last couple of months. At first, I wasn’t really sure if it was going to work, because my body was still wonky from all zat breastfeeding biz-ness. My cycle was totally off-kilter, and it was annoying, but things seem to be OK now.
So at the end of June, I was late.*
(*Well, technically I just took a test on the day my period was due, because HELLO, I love taking tests AND am super impatient. So … yeah.)
Tested … negative … Sigh.
But then! I was really late! Like THREE DAYS late! I was even totally feeling symptoms and junk!
Tested … negative … Really???
And then?!?! Suddenly I was FIVE DAYS late! I started getting all obsessed with the idea, and was pretty much convinced I WAS pregnant, and it was just the stupid tests’ fault, and OMG LET’S TALK BABY NAMES!
I was sad not to be pregnant, because even though I’m not in the over-the-top obsessed mode I was when we were trying to conceive Baby Boy, I still really DO want another child. And getting negative pregnancy tests? Really sucks.**
(**Unless, I suppose, you’re 16 — in which case, yahoozers, right?)
I felt OK, though, and chalked it up to my body just not being “back to normal” yet. I felt July went well, and that we gave it a good ol’ college try (even despite the packing/moving and living across the hall from my mooooooom, which … yeah … not sexy).
But this month, before I could even test … period. Boo and bullfrogs and also MERDE.
The good news is that everything seems really back to normal now — no more ridiculous 35-day cycles, please, uterus. I have been using a wicked-cool app on my phone (it’s called PT — Period Tracker) and I quite enjoy the logs and prediction thingys.
All I can do is hope that August is *the* month, and keep my fingers crossed (and my legs uncrossed).
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)