The red-headed slut is getting ready to knock on my door yet again. I just know she is. I really, really, REALLY thought I was pg. Symptoms out the wazoo. Temp spikes - everything. I won't even say how many times I poas just thinking that BFN was because it was just too early. Well, screw early. My time is almost here. *insert all the dirty words I do & don't know here*
Oh, and screw off effing Psychic (Psycho) Brooke. You don't know crap. And you owe me a $14 refund. Seriously.
I just ate an entire pizza and finished off a bottle of wine.
Nope, I don't feel better now. ::Kristin crawls back into her IF hell hole::