I had a moment of weakness this morning when I decided that I needed to POAS, at 11 DPO mind you. After disassembling my bathroom cupboards at 6 a.m. hoping that one of my OPK boxes was actually an HPT box, and finding not a one, I vowed Mr. H and I would go by the Dollar Tree tonight after work. All of this, after I had already promised myself I wasn't going to test until 16 DPO this cycle. I have no patience, what can I say!
Well, after work Mr. H and I went by the Dollar Tree near our office, and I headed straight for the gettin' place. There was not a single test hanging on the wall. I proceeded to weave in and out of all the check out stands trying to find my beloved tests. I was like a sugar addict in a cupcake shop. Finally after scouring everywhere I knew to look I asked the girl at the counter, with a crazy look of desperation in my eyes, where the HPTs were. I heard her words in slow motion...Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere Auuuuuuuuuuuwt unteeeeeeeeeeeeeel Thurrrrrrrrsdeeeeeey. Thursday, huh? Well, it's just as well. Thank you, Dollar Tree, for saving me from myself!
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