Me: Crapnuggets. What now?
Me: I have to pee on all the things!
Me: Um, we’re 4 DPO. And we popped from the left. Remember? No left tube? Chances slim? Ring a bell?
Me: We’ve always fallen on the low end of the stats. We totally will now. The baby psychic said so!
Me: Oh we’re back on that now.
Me: Yes! Must. Pee. On. Things!
Me: Is this how you’re going to be all week?
Me: Oh dear.
Me: Can we pee on stuff tomorrow morning?
Me: Let’s wait until 10 DPO. Ok?
Me: 6 DPO
Me: 9 DPO
Me: 7 DPO
Me: 8 DPO – and I’m not going any lower.
Me: Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!
Me: Are you a monster truck announcer now?
Me: Nope. But I wanted to sing some Rebecca Black, so count yourself lucky.
Me: Shoot me now.
Me: After we pee on stuff on Friday, Friday, gotta get down on –
Me: We agreed on SATURDAY.
Me: But Friday is so much catchier.
Me: Oy, no wonder my brain is mush.
Me: Sitting on the toilet seat, lookin at my pee sticks, gotta make my mind up, which stick should I taaaaake….
Me: And Sunday comes after… waaaaards!
Me: I’m going away now.
Me: Suit yourself. It’s Friday Friday, gotta pee on stuff on Friday…
Me: Mo’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend…
Me: *walks away slowly*