Last month

It all went so well...at least I thought so. My menses was late. The most I've experienced was a delay of ONE day. And that never leave me a chance to get overexcited. The next morn sure will see the hint of blood stripe on my discharge. I had so much discharge a week before that practically one panty liner was not enough for a day, so my hope was getting higher. I was scheduled to be on flight 2 days after my predicted period due. Due to this delay, I missed the flight for fear that it might not be able to take the air pressure. Hubs was anxious as well, always asking how I'm doing. The 3 testers that I used were still showing the same disappointing ONE line. As there was still no sign of my period, I was still clinging on to that very slim hope.

At last, my worst fear came. This time, it was late for five days!! FIVE FREAKING ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR TWO LINES DAY!!! It was the most unbearable thing that I had to face. I cried buckets of tears and was totally down. That false alarm was just too much of a joke for me. I believe Hubs does not take it easily too but he has to look strong for me. At times I really couldn't understand why am I the only one who is taking this thing so seriously. He was like, "The time will come." Arghh...