Wednesday, April 09, 2008

I'm not pregnant.

Disclaimer: This blog does not end with me announcing that I am pregnant, even though it might look like it is heading that direction, that is not the point.

I have PCOS. One of the wonderful side effects of PCOS is that your hormones go all awry every now and then and you skip your period for months at a time. When it has been three months, you call your doctor and get 5 days worth of hormone pills which leads you to have your period and get back on track. It is kind of like getting a jump start, and once you get this you go another year or two without a problem. When I do go through this I have two choices.
One: I can go to the doctor and get a pregnancy test and get a prescription. They want to be sure you are not pregnant before they give you this prescription.
Two: Since I've had this issue for years and my doctor and I have a good relationship, if I go buy a home test and tell her that I took it with a negative result, she will call in my prescription without making me go into her office. This saves me a lot of time and money.

Easy enough, right?


Now enter my interesting "Get caught with your pants down" type luck I seem to have when I go to the grocery store. You know, that luck that means when I wake up sick and want to run to the store across the street looking like hell in my PJs convinced there is no WAY I could run into anyone who knows me at this ungodly hour... I walk in and right into the cute guy from the office. THAT kind of luck.

Last night I decided to go and buy a test so I could call in a prescription this morning since payday is tomorrow. We go through the store, do our regular shopping, I find a test on sale, last in stock so it is super cheap. Score! I grab it. Darian whispers, "Hope you don't run into anyone you know, they might think you are knocked up!"
We laugh.
We go to the check out.
I choose the one older checker who I know will not even blink or ask questions if I am buying a pregnancy test. I'm really friendly with a few of the checkers who are close to my age, so I know they would be asking a million questions if I went through their line. This guy is a very nervous type and I know he will not want to ask.
He starts to run each item across the scanner without even looking at them.
Bread. BEEP
Bananas. BEEP
Muffins. BEEP
Then I hear, "Hey Michelle!"
I look up, and much to my horror, one of my coworkers gets in line behind us.
I have NEVER seen this particular co-worker in my store before.
And as I make eye contact with him, out of the corner of my eye I see the checker has picked up the pregnancy test. I am thinking, "Just scan it and get it in the bag before the coworker notices! If I keep office guy's eye contact it will be over in a second."
I am literally willing the test into the bag at this point.
The checker swipes it.
Swipes it again.
Swipes it a third time.

The checker stops his steady rhythm of checking and starts to turn the box over in his hands. At this point the coworker notices and looks to see what the hold up is. I see his eye register what it is that is holding up the line, then he looks at me, then at the box and at me again. I'm about to try to rattle off my explanation when the checker says, "Oh, this was on clearance!"
He types it in and in the bag it goes.

I'm sure I was just standing there with my mouth hanging open. The coworker mumbles something about work, it doesn't register, I run my credit card and practically shout, "Have a great night!"
And Darian and I run out the door.

No sooner do we get out the door does Darian look at me and say, "Well, how long do you think it will be before everyone in the office thinks you are pregnant?"
Then she bursts out laughing.
"I'm glad this amuses you!" I snap
"It could only happen to you mom. Only you."


Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Snack time!

Quaker Mini Delight 90 calorie packs in Buttered Popcorn flavor.
I am basically in love with these! So much so, that I have been passing them around the office to share my newest snack addiction. They are SO good and 90 calories. I bought them on a lark. I have never really cared for their sweeter snacks because they just seemed like rice cakes with a tiny amount of flavor, but these are different. They totally curb any salty craving in a very guilt free fashion. The bag is packed full of them and each one is well coated with a buttery, salty goodness!
Yum! These will most certainly be in my purse the next time I go to the movies!

Monday, April 07, 2008

Bye Bye baby...

We lost a beloved pet this weekend.

One of our female gerbils died sometime on Saturday. (This photo is her with her family when she was a newborn. She is the baby on top with the white spot on her head)
I gave them all treats on Friday evening, and they all seemed fine, but on Sunday we noticed that we had not seen her since then. She went into her little house and passed away. There was nothing obviously wrong with her, so it must have been something internal. Poor little girl. Now her sister is alone. They are social animals, so I don’t think she is going to like being alone very much, she is too old for a new cage mate. Lonely gerbils tend to die soon after their cage mates. Usually from broken hearts. When they are alone they lose the will to live.

I think losing her lead me to having uneasy feelings and uneasy dreams. All night I dreamt about pets that I’ve lost along the way. In my dream they were all living at my parents house and I went to visit and told them I was bringing them all home with me. I woke up sad because for a few minutes I forgot they were many years gone.

Over the years I’ve lost as many humans as animal friends to death. Honestly, both things hurt me equally. I know some people would think that is wrong or shallow, but I don’t. Pets give nothing but unconditional love to the families that adopt them. I can’t say that same thing about all of the people that I’ve come across over the years.

In other pet news, it is so weird that our gerbil died. She was young and seemed so healthy. We have actually been bracing ourselves for our little hamster, Wasabi to pass away as he is looking very much like a Grandpa recently.
The weird thing is, he has made a complete turn around! He has been running in his wheel like he has not done in ages and his fur is looking all bright and healthy!

He started to look really skinny and was sleeping a lot about a month ago. I was starting to get very worried about him because I am told that Dwarf Hamsters don't live more than 1.5 years usually, and he is right at that age right now. He was not eating as much as he used to either, so I decided to try something out to get him to eat better. I thought that old people need soft food, maybe geriatric hamsters do too?
I bought a few different types of high end baby food and a block of tofu. 2-3 times a day I've been feeding him a small dish of baby food and a square of tofu with a thin all natural peanut butter spread on it. (I started out spoon feeding him for the first week when he was weaker, but now the dish is fine.) He has been going CRAZY for it and totally got his wee appetite back. It has been amazing!! Within a week, he was sleeping less and running in his wheel and begging to get out to play. He is a young hammie again!

I mean, I know he is at that age, and I should not get my hopes up too much, but at least I know that if he does go soon, his last days will have been happy.

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