AF is 3 days late. 99% of me knows that it's due to stress and anxiety and stress...and stress. But that tiny little 1% says "Hey. Julz. Maybe your pregnant. Maybe the doctor was wrong. Maybe the testosterone shots DH has been taking are working, and now he's actually producing sp.erm...."
I would like to take a hammer and smash that little 1% into dust. It's completely ridiculous. I KNOW I can't get pregnant with my husband's child. I know that he has never, doesn't now, and will never produce sp.erm. I know that.
I know that.
But there's still that tiny little part of me that's hopeful all over again. I wish AF would just come already, so I don't have to feel this way.