I get so freaked out about getting pregnant that about once every 4 months I panic and buy a pregnancy test, only to have it come back glowingly negative and obviously mocking me. But still totally worth the $9.
Today was one of those days.
Life has just been incredibly stressful lately, what with the marathon that I'm training for that I just found out I won't be able to complete due to a knee injury that just isn't healing in time, and finding out that my friends have been saying not-so-nice things about me behind my back (what is this - high school?), to the fact that my boyfriend is planning to ask me to be his in a permanent, forever kind of a way and I want to be over the top excited but I can't act like I know anything and I can't talk about it until it happens. And so life goes - when it rains it pours.
My best friend Sarah and I had a girl's night on Tuesday. We drank wine. We watched the Gilmore Girls Series Finale (and cried, of course). We baked cupcakes (ok, when I say "we" I mean that she baked and I watched and tasted the batter - I like to think I'm the best kind of cooking co-pilot). It was great.
Sarah has been my best friend since college, when we roomed blind and ended up together. She thought I was going to be freakishly obese because I told her, in the first conversation we ever had, that the year before I had broken my bed (which was the truth, actually. I broke my bed. And not from hot sex either!) And so it began. 8 years later and still going strong.
Hey, maybe I should make us matching sweatshirts that say: "Carolynne and Sarah - Rocking it since 1999".
Anyway, here I sit. Not pregnant. Not engaged. Not running a marathon. Not much of anything besides overly stressed. But life could be a whole lot worse. I could be freakin pregnant, right?! And at least it's Friday. So I'm officially going to stop whining and start enjoying the weekend. ... Right after I eat this cupcake.