Ugh.

Well, just when I thought I'd get through September...wham! A stinky cold. Congestion EVERYWHERE. With a cough that sounds like I smoke 10 packs a day. Needless to say, baby-making really hasn't been much of a priority this week. Not that we haven't tried, but I really don't care if it doesn't happen this month. All I want right now is to sleep for a week.

But it's only Tuesday. I have to fight through 3 more days. Is it too early in the year to want a water main break at school?

What's a girl have to do???

That's what I yelled out yesterday morning when I got my third consecutive BFN on the home pregnancy tests. You may be lost, so I will backtrack.

I am usually a 28-day girl. Shows every 29th day at 11am. Has been that way since December (2 months after going off bcp). So, imagine my excitement on the 29th day when AF doesn't show. Yeah!!! I think we did it this time!!!! I was a good girl, though - Jay and I were off to Watertown that day, and decided I wouldn't test until we got home.

It was a crazy weekend inside my head. I really thought that what I was feeling was the real thing - having to pee every 5 minutes, feeling completely exhausted from the moment I got up each morning, weird back pain. As each day passed, and nothing was going on down there, I got more hopeful and excited, but anxious that the next time I went to the bathroom, that would all go down the toilet (excuse the pun).

So, home we raced on Monday afternoon, and into the bathroom I ran, ready to see that precious second line. BAM!!! Denied. Jay was so cute - maybe it's too early to test? OK. I'll try again later. WHACK!!! No way. OK. Maybe my pee wasn't strong enough (oh the things you think about when you're trying to have a baby).

Then came Tuesday morning. Saw the nastiest two words in the English language ~ Not Pregnant.

WHAT DOES A GIRL HAVE TO DO??????

Jay, being the adorable, supportive, loving husband that he is, was still positive. Maybe it's still too early. OK, so we'll wait until Friday. That's a full week late - couldn't be any more better time, right?

Well, I woke this morning to my uninvited house guest. FIVE DAYS LATE. Needless to say, I was not the most cheerful person at work today. At least I could pass off some of it on being back to work. And as if things couldn't get worse, AF's been doing dropkicks to my uterus all day. I'm up to 3 Advils every 4 hours, and that's not really helping.

So, I endure the next few days, then Jay and I can enjoy each other's company again. It's still early in the race, so the best I can do is hope.