After a special trip to the store for preschool this morning, I had to make another this evening for a baby shower I'm helping with tomorrow. I feel like I've been making these "special" few-item trips often lately and didn't want another, or maybe I just had a weak moment, but while at the store this evening, I decided to just pick up a box of HPTs.
After at least 30 other months of "hoping" that I would need to buy HPTs that month and never needing to, I have to admit my heart started beating faster at the thought of actually putting that pink box into my shopping cart. It was exhilarating -- then I hid it under something else.
DH says if it were up to him, he wouldn't test at all before the beta, but he says that I can do as I like. I've told him I'm waiting until Friday or Saturday (which is still the plan) and had my whole explanation for buying them today ready. However, I chickened out before I took my bags inside the house and put the box in my purse. Somehow the mystery in it made me laugh (at myself, I guess), and I'll welcome any bit of humor that comes my way in this tedious process. My mind is getting fatigued from the daily mental battles.
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