Tag Archive: POAS


I did it, and no one twisted my arm

That’s right. I POAS’d today. I was ~4 days late?

And I had no signs that it was coming, but I did it (for a negative), walked out the door, and The Red Lady did come.

Hubby is leaving on Saturday for 2.5 weeks so I have no hope for next month. It’s a right off. I’ll console myself with fake wine and coffee… and my absence of reality as usual. What else should I entertain myself with? Any suggestions?

Stick waster

I feel like a stick waster. I know, go ahead and point your fingers! I just wasted my last two HPT’s and now…I don’t know what to do, I’ve never run out before (which is what happens when you buy them in bulk). I’m debating if I should buy another bulk order or just say to hell with it. Having them around only makes us more inclined to psych ourselves up, right. But I do like the OPTION of being able to POAS when I feel the need/ curiosity/ random desire to punish myself. So refresh me, is it HPT’s that can work as OPK sticks or the other way around.

Today is CD 27 and I went for the good ol’ POAS on day 24 and day 26. And here I keep telling you guys to hold out. I’m usually good for it, but for some reason I actually had hope this month. I should have known better, hope means a definite -HPT.

I hate this game. HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE.

Hate.

Just incase you were wondering, there’s some hate in there.

Pity party, I’ll bring the banana bread!

Ok, my pity party actually started this morning at Monster’s music class. The teacher (who I also found out is also a coroner and now I keep picturing her singing and dancing while she’s doing autopsies) played Puff the Magic Dragon for the kids. It reminded me of when I was little and my dad used to sing this to me and replace the land name with my name so Puff lived in “a land called ShaunaLee”.  It’s a silly little thing, but it’s one of the few nice memories of my dad and it’s got me stuck in the “I want my daddy” mode now.

Is there a time limit on wallowing? How long do I get for not pregnant and no daddy?  An hour? A few hours? Doesn’t matter so long as I suck it up before Hubby gets home?

 

Fried Green Tomatillos?

And a little variation on my brother’s favorite song for today.

 

Fried green tomatillos? Ya, Doesn’t sounds right, does it? But that’s what I made today.

My older brother and I as…teenagers I think?…somehow became obsessed with trying to make fried tomatoes. It also occurs to me now that we never looked up how you’re supposed to fry them up, we were just working with the “wing it” philosophy. We also had no access to green tomatoes so we were always trying to do this with ripe red ones. It just sounded good. Of course they always sucked and fell apart (or mushed apart is more accurate) in the frying pan.

But a couple weeks ago I came across a recipe for Fried Green Tomatoes (yes you may laugh at me if you know how little is involved in this) and I got all excited. Today was my brother’s birthday dinner at Mummy’s and I thought it would be nice of me to make these for him. But remember what I said about no green tomatoes around? But I was told (via google) that you can fry up tomatillos the same way and that they taste good too. Why not give it a whirl, right?

They were actually pretty good but if you don’t like citrus than you wont like them either since they somehow taste like there’s lemon juice in the mix rather than just corn meal and flour. VERY tangy. Aaaaaand only good fresh. Once they sat for a bit they got all soggy. Since no one in my family had ever heard of these, it officially became known as “fried green armadillos” after I gave up trying to remind them what they were really called.  

So that’s how I distracted myself from wanting to pee on a stick today.

Coffee vote

Ok, I wasn’t going to POAS today, but I had to take Monster to the Dr for a check up and, well, when you are there already….ya. And it’s a BFN of course. Yet, that damn Red Lady isn’t here yet. So whats the vote. Should I just say Frack it and have my damn coffee? I’m getting sicked of waiting with all these negatives. And that coffee is my only not-prego perk. Is there ANY chance that I’d be pregnant? really? if I give into the coffe does that mean I have to give into the litter box too?