Thursday morning-I finally tested positive for the LH surge (cd 15) which will cause me to ovulate this cycle.  I won’t lie-I had set up test center in a public bathroom while trying to balance a digital pee stick test  (that gives me a smiley face to tell me its time to go have sex) and a dip stick test (the line on the left will be darker than the line on the right when its time to go have sex) on my thigh as I’m holding a tiny dixie cup full of pee in my other hand (just incase I get an error on the digital test and I have to dip another test stick to re-test) and the only thought I had while waiting the 60 seconds for the result was…

“I’m so fucking sick and tired of having to do shit like this-please for the love of god send me a sign or, better yet, a pregnancy with a healthy baby-so that I can stop having to do shit like this.”

Knowing that I can’t be alone in this hatred of how low I have sunk over the last 2 years-I grabbed a quick pick with my cell…so here I am in public test central balancing a bunch of sticks on my leg waiting for the digital test to finally tell me what it thinks, and to see if it agrees with what the dip stick is telling me…

They do in fact agree with each other, so I dump the pee, toss the cup, wash my hands and pack up and head home for some Brown Chicken Brown Cow.

Now here’s where this gets funny-on my way home-I look up into the sky whilst stuck in traffic to see this beacon, nay, SIGN-raging above my vehicle…

Ask and you shall receive I guess??

I’m just sad my “sign” is of a boner shooting spunk rather than a cloud that looks like me holding a newborn.

I already knew a boner was in my immediate future, no need for a sign to help me there!

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