Last night, we had Chinese and my fortune cookie told me the results of an upcoming test would make me happier. Initially I didn't even think about a pregnancy test; I thought more along the lines of "Awesome. I'm going to improve my half marathon time". But then my mind went to other places... babies. Damn! I was doing so well faking being positive! :)
So when I got the big negative test today, I let myself wallow in my gloom for a bit, but now I need to pull myself up by my running shoe laces and get over it. Time to run. Time to get a hotter body before a baby bump makes it, well, not so hot after pregnancy (because I firmly believe pregnant women are hot!). Time to think positive. Time to kill this half marathon.
One last thing:
Warning to all pregnant women in my life and possibly in my line of sight: Unfortunately, I might be like one of those women in grocery store lines that lose their minds and want to rub your belly like a jeanie lamp and look at you like I might try to put you in my shopping cart and run off with you. And for those who are closer to me than an absolute stranger, I will want to hug you a lot, especially when your belly gets all round and adorable (I know... some of you aren't huggers. But you are going to hug me!). I will live vicariously through your cute little pregnant selves. :)
Yeah... I'm feeling just a little better already. (Just a little...)