Crabby, Crabby Day

LG and I have been in a vicious circle of crabby all day. I'm not sure what her deal is. Mine, naturally, has to do with the I-think-it-was-negative-but-maybe-there-was-something-resembling-an-imaginary-line-after-10-minutes pee stick I threw in the trash (and then took the trash bag outside, lest I be tempted) this morning. Yes, it's 9dpo here in Infertility World.

I'm sure the rain isn't helping either of our moods.

Thankfully, LG was willing to play a game of "coffee shop" this afternoon, which involved drinking tea and her writing in her composition book while I commented on crappy student essays. Which really didn't help with the crabby, but it did help me get a few things done.

Then I made some potatoes, because really I do believe in the healing powers of potatoes. They increase serotonin or something, don't they? Of course, what I really want is wine. And a good cry. And I'll be indulging in at least one of those after LG goes to bed.

I just feel hollow.