I was pretty convinced I was pregnant. Not just because I was late, but other things too. Like, my boobs look fantastic lately(can't fit in some bras anymore), hormonal things...just stuff to make you wonder to a degree if it is worth bothering to take a preggo test. But I take it anyway. Negative. Hm, okay. Weird. I go back to dipping a peanut butter sammich in chili.
Week later. Take it again. Still negative. Alrighty, so Implanon is screwing with me again. Try to forget about it. I hate this thing, but it hapens and I can't afford anything else at the moment.
21 days late yesterday, taking to my boss about it. She is absolutely convinced I must be pregnant. No question about it. Why am I moody? Because I am pregnant. Why am I having awful nightmares and nightsweats? Because I am pregnant. Considering her son just turned one, I entertain the idea. One more test this morning. Negative.
So I am sitting at 22 days late, super hormonal, hungry for ALL the things. I am sorta past the "I <3 my boobs" stage. They HURT now. I am super irritated I don't know what going on. I just want to go to sleep forever now.
And coffee. God, that sounds fantastic. And McDonald's. And cereal. And cupcakes. And chili/pb sammich combo. And oatmeal with jelly in it. ALL THE THINGS.