I had pretty much talked myself out of yesterday’s urine party results. Mostly because those silly sticks were from 2002, or something, around the time when the Hubs and I were frantically preventing little humans. I just happened to find them and felt like they needed to be marked.
So today I got up early to go to a silly base appointment and had nothing to test with so just did my morning business. On the ways back, I had the neurotic urge to drive anywhere to buy a FRER just to see. Cause once you broke the seal and all. Then I got home and sneakily snuck to the bathroom so the Hubs wouldn’t have more judging ammo.
And I think it might be truly a BFP. Holy. Buckets. I didn’t know what to do and took a 2 mile jog (with a soft j) with the puppies.
I think I’m in shock.