So I did the test. I’m not pregnant. So now all I can do is sit and wonder whether or not I’m broken. I’ll probably have to see a doctor since my period is six days late and there’s not even a hint of red. I know it probably is the pill messing things up but it’s just so annoying. I want it to start so I at least know I’m ok.
I’m currently sorting out my whole fuck up at work. My boss isn’t even mad. It probably isn’t that huge of a deal but because it was something I was responsible for, I feel terrible. I don’t want to be seen as incompetent. I’m just running around trying to fix my mess. Coming clean was probably the best thing I could have ever done but fear of the unknown is the worst.
And it looks like I’ll be going on holiday alone with my mother. My sister Elfa is retaking exams and Tas is starting a new school, so dad will stay at home with her.
I’ll go. It’s good to take a break but spending a whole week with my mother… Well, let’s see how that goes.
I feel a whole lot less stressed. I think just having a negative pregnancy test helped relieve some of my worries. I even got a bit kinky with Telis last night. I wore a lace piece, and waited for him to arrive at my place where my sexy body awaited him. And let’s just say that going to gym wasn’t necessary last night.
I’ve already accepted that my period won’t start so I might as well make the most out of it. I’ve stopped cramping, I don’t know what that means, so maybe I don’t know my body as intimately as I thought I did. All I know is that I’m never taking the pill again!