My Life Is On Hold

I feel as though my life is on hold while I am waiting to test. My beta should have been scheduled for tomorrow, but my RE's office doesn't do betas on Labor Day. Since Tuesday is not a good day for me to run across the bay for a blood test due to bus duty, I am left to wait until Wednesday.

My husband is working in Iowa for one more week. Sadly, he was left responsible for working the Labor Day weekend. I'm really not in the mood to face the world this weekend, so I'm home alone with my Persian Prissy. In other words, I have a lot of time on my hands, and have considered ordering myself some "presents." One of the things I've been considering is a lovely pair of pink pants from Victoria's Secret. However, they won't ship until 9/25, and if I'm pregnant I'd outgrow them all to quickly. I've also considered ordering another infertility book, perhaps a humerous one, to ease the pain should I get a BFN. However, that too could be a waste of my $$$. What's a girl to do?

I have two hpts that have been in my home for almost a year, and I have been seriously thinking about using one of them. There are some problems with this idea though.

• If it's negative, I will only get to be miserable for two extra days before my husband returns from Iowa.
• If it's negative I will tell myself it was too early to test, and still have hope, only to get upset when I get the official BFN, and again get upset when AF shows.
• At least I can still pretend that I'm pregnant as long as I haven't seen that one solitary line.
• I'm having problems in the FMU department because I've been up going to the bathroom and drinking water every night this week. It seems my body is completely intolerant of salt.

So, as you can imagine I'm frustrated sitting here waiting. It doesn't help matters that I'm also left watching and waiting to see what Hurricane Frances ultimately decides to do, because the area I live in will supposedly catch a piece of the storm after it enters the Gulf of Mexico.

Okay, so I can't wait until Friday. My husband will be home, Hurricane Frances will be over, and I'll finally know what's officially going on in my body.