To add insult to injury, I was summoned to jury duty today. They kept me until 2 pm (fascinating process that I was happy to be a part of, but the timing was a bit sucky). I then washed my car (it was super sunny today in NorCal) and then had a mani/pedi.
Only cloud was that the ladies kept asking their clients, "How many children do you have?" I sat there hoping quietly, "Oh, please don't ask me this. What am I supposed to say? 'I'm barren, I won't ever have kids!'" Luckily, they didn't ask. I buried my head behind the latest Cosm.o and prayed.
Now my toes are a beautiful deep cranberry color and my fingers, a cute pink. I look and feel good.
Step 2 of Operation BFN therapy involves a huge latte and a donut tomorrow morning (after my second "confirmation beta").
Step 3 will take place Saturday here, involving champagne mimosas. Bottomless champagne mimosas. Or manmosas. Or beermosas. Fun?
Good plan, no?