in which i demonstrate how big a dork i am
justin picked me up from work last evening and we went to sokolowski's, an old-school polish place that's crazy-packed on friday nights for the fish fry. we ate plates of buttery pierogies and cucumbers in dill dressing before swinging by walgreens to pick up a pg test. i brought the walgreens bag in the house, dropped it on the couch, and got ready to go to our friends' pre-wedding reception.
we had a lovely evening, sipping champagne and eating tiny sweets (my favorite was a tiny sandwich of frothy buttercream icing between two shortbread shell-shaped cookies - divine), chatting with the groom's friends from birmingham, england, a few of which are staying in our carriage house, all of whom are delightful, and enjoying the breeze and (finally) moderate temperature and twinkly lights of the little side street where the coffee shop hosting our event and three other restaurants/bars have tables and chairs slung across the wide sidewalks on either side of a narrow, original brick alley.
we got in a little after 1:00, and i gleefully turned off the alarm clock and went immediately to sleep.
a little after 8:00, i woke up from the shouts of protest my bladder was making, and i jumped up and went to the bathroom. as the last drops hit the water, it occurred to me. i was supposed to take the test. the test was still downstairs. doh!!!!
i am trying to make the best of it. i put some frozen mushroom turnovers in the over for our breakfast, and i poured us big glasses of orange juice and chocolate silk, and i brought it all upstairs for breakfast in bed. but i still can't pee. and when i do, if the test is negative, i won't be sure, because it won't be the first pee of the morning.
in the overall scheme of things, this is nothing more than a tempest in a teapot. but i have felt for days like i'm suspended in mid-air, one finger hooked around dental floss strong between two high-rise buildings. oh, and i'm naked, just in case i didn't already feel completely vulnerable enough. i need some resolution.
we had a lovely evening, sipping champagne and eating tiny sweets (my favorite was a tiny sandwich of frothy buttercream icing between two shortbread shell-shaped cookies - divine), chatting with the groom's friends from birmingham, england, a few of which are staying in our carriage house, all of whom are delightful, and enjoying the breeze and (finally) moderate temperature and twinkly lights of the little side street where the coffee shop hosting our event and three other restaurants/bars have tables and chairs slung across the wide sidewalks on either side of a narrow, original brick alley.
we got in a little after 1:00, and i gleefully turned off the alarm clock and went immediately to sleep.
a little after 8:00, i woke up from the shouts of protest my bladder was making, and i jumped up and went to the bathroom. as the last drops hit the water, it occurred to me. i was supposed to take the test. the test was still downstairs. doh!!!!
i am trying to make the best of it. i put some frozen mushroom turnovers in the over for our breakfast, and i poured us big glasses of orange juice and chocolate silk, and i brought it all upstairs for breakfast in bed. but i still can't pee. and when i do, if the test is negative, i won't be sure, because it won't be the first pee of the morning.
in the overall scheme of things, this is nothing more than a tempest in a teapot. but i have felt for days like i'm suspended in mid-air, one finger hooked around dental floss strong between two high-rise buildings. oh, and i'm naked, just in case i didn't already feel completely vulnerable enough. i need some resolution.
posted by laura at 9:45 AM
13 Comments:
take the test! take the test! I'm dying to know!
You know... you don't need to take it first thing in the morning. Hold it for four hours.
See you at quarter to three!
I totally agree with lorem, FMU means nothing. I have never tested with FMU. Now go test already!!!!
Okay. 2:50. Where are you?
Hi, I'm Lisa... have seen you on Catherine's blog, popping in from there. Hoping you fainted from the good news.
(Oh, and Sokolowski's sounds neat. Reminds me of Fridays during Lent when we'd go to the Orthodox church in town and get homemade pierogies and haluski... yummmm.)
My tests are always darker after I have been running around all day absorbing all the liquid I have consumed. So like the others have said - TEST!!!!!
Good luck:)
Where are you???? You can't just leave us hanging like that!!
So what happened??????? Argh.....you're mean. :)
Maybe she was typing this blog in the nude and suddenly heard the teakettle whistle. So she got up and tripped on the way to the kitchen and her toe turned black and blue and all the while the kettle is going and she can't get to it and finally she gets up, swearing at Justin for not being home, and turns off the heat. But when she picks up the kettle to move it to a cool burner, the weight of the laden kettle is enough to throw her off balance (as she is already standing on one leg) and she drops it and it falls on her other foot and shatters and now she has scalds and she's lying in a pool of hot water with a broken toe and she'd crawl to the front door and call for help but she's naked, remember, and she just sits there and waits and waits and again curses Justin for not being there. Then he comes in from the yard and sees her and starts to laugh in that I-don't-mean-to-laugh-at-you sort of way and she bonks him on the head with the handle of the hot kettle and he starts bleeding from his head and is dizzy and now the two of them are lying on the floor and in bad shape and no one is thinking about the pee sticks now.
I hope Justin left the door open so if someone calls 911 they don't have to break down the door.
OMG lmao lorem. But of course that is in the "I don't mean to laugh at you way" if that IS how things happened Laura!!! Wow I needed that!!!
I am STILL checking. I really hope you're just so excited about your BFP that you have gone out to celebrate or something...
She left us hanging so she go to that durn wedding and now we just have to sit and wait like good friends do, fingers crossed, patiently... waiting... sigh... please update when you get back, Ms. Lauralu.
Hope you didn't get to drink.
Wow, what a headache! Where am I anyway? It's either the drinkie, or .... what about this huge lump on my head?
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