I shot that stupid rabbit.  Here’s my next ticker attempt.  Why does trying to get pregnant mean everything has to be pastel, butterflies and assanine twinkly baby dust stars?

I got another BFN this morning, at somewhere between 4:30 and 5:00 am, because having to pee woke me up, and you’d better believe I wasn’t wasting that pee.  Let’s play a multiple choice as to why, yet again, there is a negative.

A.  I have a defective batch of pee strips.

B.  The company intentionally sells defective batches of pee strips, under the evil motivation of more and more profits from women desperately wanting to see that second stripe.

C.  I have bad mojo for HPTs, no matter the advertised HCG sensitivity level, or…

D.  Upon waking at 8:30 am, I had started my period.

If you guessed D, you’d be right.  And, maybe a little bit of C.  But definitely D.

So this is how I feel:

A.  Pretty good about the evidence of what seem to be good, regular cycles, with as far as I can tell, definite ovulation.

B.  Crampy.

C.  Relieved to have the correct info.

D.  The need to get some supers, not just these wimpy light day tampons.

E.  Sluggish.

F.  A bit paranoid that now 2 cycles have gone by, and we may be irreparably infertile in our old age of mid-30s.

G.  Somewhat freaked that we’re even thinking about this in the first place.

H.  A wee bit bummed, and…

I.  A wee bit relieved that in about 3 weeks, I’m not about to start my around the clock vigil over the toilet, gagging and yarfing incessantly.  And oh,

J.  A vague, mostly likely paranoid, sense of maybe this is a sign that we shouldn’t do this.  I mean after all, didn’t the other three come immediately?  I know, I know, don’t yell at me, remember, I’m hormonal on a period.

SO there you have it.  The intimate details of my menstrual life as of the 26th of May, 2006.  Oh, freak!  It’s my sister’s birthday!  Gotto go figure that out…