Posted by beardedlady on April 21, 2002, at 5:09:43
In reply to Yeah! I'm not in hot water after all! » beardedlady, posted by Ron Hill on April 20, 2002, at 19:14:49
Ron:
I knew someone like you once, and it was a nice experience. He lived in Erwinna, Pennsylvania. He was the very definition of kind.
It is 5:54, and I have slept through the night, which is something of a miracle this week. I am waiting for my EPT (prenancy test) to develop. And that is, essentially, what's wrong.
I am a week or two late (can't be sure due to some surgery that messed up the cycle), but I am one of those "regular like clockwork" people.
This will be my third pregnancy test. It's as if I know something the test doesn't. And I do. I know I CAN'T be pregnant. There's almost no chance. My pregnancy test is coming up negative, which means it knows I can't be pregnant too. But what it doesn't know is that I am late, late, late, and I have all the symptoms of being pregnant! I'm burping, feeling faint when I stand, hungry like a bottomless pit, tired--I took a nap in the middle of the day yesterday, etc., etc., etc. (Having just recently been pregnant, I know what it feels like.)
Yet number three is negative. (I'd have switched brands, but they're really all the same.)
Am I happy about that? HELL, YEAH! I just don't believe it. That's probably one of the major symptoms of hypochondria: the doctors keep telling you that you don't have IT, but you insist you do because you "know your body." (Actually, I insisted I did not have fibromyalgia but instead had an allergic reaction to Tequin--like Cipro; they didn't believe me until two months later, when my side effects were gone.)
So I had a bad sleeping week. I took six sleeping pills in seven days (one day I doubled up), and I am intolerant of myself for having to take them. I beat myself up about it all day to the point of distraction.
Twenty minutes is up, and still only one line. Now I have to pay another visit to my gynecologist. A thrill. And then I will have my tubes tied. (I had asked my husband to have a vasectomy so that I wouldn't have to always be the one who has surgery, but he's not keen on that, him being a man and all.)
Anyway, I'm just having a bad week. And that's a shame, because I landed a HUGE web-site writing job that will take me several weeks and pay me several thousand dollars--like more than five, which is more than I've ever been paid for one job. And a little neighborhood magazine is writing a story on me as one of the women who move and shake (though since I've been going to Weight Watchers, I am moving more and shaking less).
So that's my sob story. And I'm going to side with your wife. As a person who likes instant gratification, buying a house sounds so much more appealing than waiting for all that "stuff" to be put in. But then, I'm a woman.
Take care of yourself, buddy.
beardy : )>
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