I still frequently go to acupuncture. My acupuncturist is an amazing woman who has helped me on so many levels beyond just fertility.
Today at my appointment, I told her that I’ve just been exhausted lately. I attributed it to staying up past midnight for a week straight, being the Mom of a one year old, running my own business, the change in seasons and you know, the full moon.
She asked if there was a possibility I could be pregnant.
I told her there was a chance – isn’t there always when you aren’t using birth control? – but it was like a 0.01% chance.
My gut said not pregnant.
Curiosity always gets the best of me.
I dug around in the bathroom cupboard and found an ultra sensitive pregnancy test. You know one of ones from my ectopic days that literally detect anything. It was even expired.
I peed on it anyway.
Do you get where this is going?
I ain’t no magical unicorn. I’m just a regular (in)fertile woman who can’t resist the urge to POAS.
I still don’t have my period one year postpartum due to breastfeeding. I clearly need to get to bed earlier and listen to my gut.
Whomp. Whomp. Whomp.
Hi single red line! I didn’t miss you, you little bitch.