Or thereabouts. That’s how much it cost to get my dang period to reappear. According to my little iPhone menstrual calendar thingey, I should have started back on the 14th. I know that since I’m still nursing Sadie (and pumping), there’s going to be a level of unpredictability with my period, but dang. My first two were like clockwork, and that was kind of awesome.
So why the seven bucks? That’s about the cost of a pregnancy test. That I took yesterday morning. Against my better judgement. Because I KNEW I wasn’t pregnant. But I sure had convinced myself I was as I was falling asleep the night before. What if that last period was implantation bleeding? What if the little crampies I’d thought were ovulation were really something else? What if I have to be pregnant before Sadie finishes growing her teeth? What if I have a baby before I’ve been at my job for a year and don’t get the rockin awesome maternity leave? Yes, these thoughts were enough to make me take the last pregnancy test in my stash, bleary-eyed at 5:30 in the morning. It was negative. Which I already KNEW. So I basically peed on $7 and threw it in the trash.
But guess what? I got my period today.