Over the weekend my BBT plummeted, so I had a feeling there was no baby again. And I was right. The weird thing is, I hadn't had ANY pms symptoms. Not even the out-of-control mood swings or intense food cravings. It was a longer cycle than it has been the past few months, so I wasn't sure what was going on. I'm guessing it was being sick that threw me off? After definite confirmation of a new cycle beginning, I forced myself not to cry and focus on other things. I cooked dinner. I didn't immediately throw my pj's on. At 8pm I left the apartment and went to the gym for an hour. I hopped on a treadmill and read for class (all 30 chapters that are on our test today...). I came home, showered, had a cookie, and got to bed at a decent hour. Definitely not the normal schedule of things that accompany a new month.
Oh, and a guy on my facebook feed announced he was going to be a dad. He was one of the first guys I ever crushed on. I was 11, he was 12, and his dad was our soccer coach. He was always nice to me, and I kept seeing him in school ever since. We were in different cliques though, so a relationship never would've worked. Still, I often wonder what would've happened if I'd ended up with him, or any of the other guys that I'd crushed on (M was my first, and only, *real* relationship).
To otherwise occupy myself I'm focusing on T's gender reveal. She finds out in a week and a half (hopefully). She said if it's a girl she might want a baby shower, but if it's another boy then she doesn't want anything. To which I said I'd throw her a frozen dinner shower. People can bring diapers and frozen homemade dishes.
I'm kinda glad she waited to tell me until she was 12 weeks. That way I only have to think about it for 6 months, instead of the entire time like with my sister-in-law. She told me the week after she found out.