I have a box of pregnancy tests staring at me.
“Pee on me!” they cheer.
“No!” I snap.
“PEEEEE ON ME!”
“NOT going to!…. Well, maybe just one quick pee?”
I am fighting the urge big time right now. I go for my Beta on Thursday. I really don’t think I’m pregnant this cycle. My OHSS is fading quickly (which is good, and sad) meaning the HCG levels that would be in my body if a baby were there are, well, not. I have the tell-tale signs my period is just around the corner, too. My boobs hurt. My legs are swollen and tender. The skin around my waist is tender to the touch. I have a slight headache.
Tonight my mother-in-law flies in to visit for a week. I foolishly scheduled the beta for when she is here thinking that it would be so wonderful to celebrate with her when we get the positive result. What was I thinking?
I will pee on a stick Thursday morning before my beta so I have a chance to cry alone before she finds out. Until then, this box of plastic and litmus paper needs to simmer down. (And maybe this Belle needs to simmer down, too).