I was up at 3:30 this morning in nervous anticipation. I still don’t feel pregnant. The Professor begs to differ after I had a near melt down at the bagel shop yesterday when they said there were only “everything” bagels in gluten-free that weekend. Who the fuck likes an everything bagel? They STINK to high heaven and then linger on your breath for hours H.O.U.R.S. Who wants that for breakfast? Or second breakfast in my case?
Once in the car I demanded we detour to the co-op before going out to hike so I could buy a BAG of gluten-free bagels. Fattie. I just finished devouring another one before writing this. OMG. So Freaking Good.
The husband also thinks it is unusual that all I want to eat aside from toast and bagels is canned vegan chili. God what I would not give for a nice can of vegan chili to wash down that bagel right now.
So yeah, I guess I “could” be having some pregnancy symptoms or it could just be PIO symptoms or I could just be that weird. (I have always loved me some canned vegan chili.)
Now to kill 3 more hours before the lab opens. I’ll update after I get the results, call the Professor and call my friend in Texas (who I have sworn I would call no matter how much of a crying sobbing mess I might be).