Congratulations: TMI
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I don’t know if there is anything more nerve racking than being late. I mean at first, it’s not such a big deal, at some point, everyone happens to be a little late. Even the best of us occasionally seem to run behind schedule. But then the clock seems to be moving just a little faster than usual and you rationalize it all, telling yourself that you’re really not that late. It’s no big deal. And you put it out your mind, but it creeps back into the foreground of thought and awareness. Eventually, you find yourself racing around, dropping things, and sweating, all in apprehension because you are now Late.
The situation will invariably get worse with the passage of more time and suddenly you look up and realize that you are LATE.
So today, after work, I took a pregnancy test, just because you know I was kind of LATE even though it’s been ages since I’ve had sex and I’ve had my period since the last I had sex…but I have been able to stake my reputation on my regularity. Clocks have been set by my menstrual cycle. I know that you hear about women who vary between 23 and 32 days and some that go months without. Yeah yeah yeah. Not me. 28. 28. 28. Even before I was on birth control. So what’s the fucking deal with me this month? This is not stress related and the test instructions stated that I should re-take it if I don’t get my period in the next 7 days, but I am suppose to start the next cycle on Sunday so I don’t know if I should or shouldn’t….
Oh, by the way, according to the test, I’m not. I’m just late. Like I said, at some point, everyone happens to be a little late. Even the best of us occasionally seem to run behind schedule.