DH thought that he would not have to work this weekend. I had planned a rain-filled schedule of sleeping in, pancakes for breakfast, seeing a movie, going food shopping, lazing around. Alas, the cursed work blackberry calls him into the office, and suddenly its "Bye hon, hopefully see you for dinner." I curse you, Wall Street, I curse you.
Well, if there is one thing I'm good at, its entertaining myself. I just got back from the 11:15 AM showing of Time Traveler's Wife -- matinee price of $6, woo hoo. I adored the book and I adored the movie, even more than I thought I would.
On the way back I stopped to buy a digital pregnancy test. $17 later, I now am the proud owner of 2 chances to pee on a stick. POAS. Clever. Us infertiles are very clever!
The box is sitting underneath my bathroom sink, calling out to me. I generally have no willpower whatsoever, but I can't face a false result. To be honest, I don't think I'm ready to let go of hope for this cycle. Wish me luck holding out until Monday...
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