The signs have been there for a few weeks already. Unexpected bouts of emotion (usually I consider myself rather dry in that department), advancing fatigue, pimple popping and, oh yeah. Remember my last posting? Let's follow that up with Period. Period. Period. No Period. Then there's the thirst. Boy oh boy, pass the water bottle!
As if I needed confirmation, I peed in a cup and DH (he didn't want the news over the phone or in a text message like last time) eyedropped it into the little cassette (that's what it's called in the packaging) and read the results to me with a smile. I took it from him, barely glanced at it, stuck it on a shelf for further examination, and went back to making school lunches. It's still sitting there, actually, but I'll take his word for it. After all... all the signs are there.
