Another Day, Another Negative Pregnancy Test
My temperature went up this morning; I spotting again; I got another negative pregnancy test.
It’s official: my body likes to fuck with me.
Two surprises: I dislike ambiguity more than I dislike bad news; a bigger part of me wants to go to Europe than I previously thought.
(Oh, I should mention that not only is the trip to Europe free but I actually get paid to go. Granted, it is a “working vacation, but still. Paid to go to Europe, ladies.)
I am tired of (pre) menstrugatory / purgstruation (menstruation + purgatory).
September 1, 2007. Trying Again.