Waiting Game

Waiting for a pregnancy test to marinate is comparable to waiting for the microwave to beep, or waiting for the phone to ring.

I awoke with a realization that being late meant I could probably take a test, so dressed in my hello kitty sweat pants, a gray camisole, and a jacket I braved the cold and drove to Wal*mart. I ran into the bartender that my cousin and I always sort of bar stalk because he has an ass that even a straight man would check out. Anyhow, I digress.

So then I waited, and waited for it to tell me if I was going to have a child. The test was negative, though that doesn’t really mean anything. It might not have been enough time. I hate this waiting around stuff. It makes me feel so…vulnerable. I should be smarter when it comes to bedroom relations, but for some reason I just don’t seem to think about them.

Anyhow, I got a babysitter and all I have done is nap and blog. I think I am going to watch a movie then go to bed.