S-L-A-C-K-E-R    Yep, that's the only appropriate name I can come up with for myself right now.  Slacker with a capital "S".  Although, given the week I've had, I don't think anyone would blame me too much.  Certainly not as much as I blame myself.

I am quite frankly, too exhausted to even begin to go into the rundown on all of it.  The biggest burden sitting on me (by FAR!) right now is that my lovely Aunt Flo is 4 days late for her monthly visit.  Side note here: don't forget, #5 is not even 4 months old yet.  Sigh.  At almost 39 years old, it seems silly for me to say I have no idea how this happened.  I mean, I know HOW it happened, I'm just not certain since while we weren't quite as careful as we are normally, we weren't careless either.  I'm just holding on that God knows what he is doing.  I certainly doubt my ability to manage 3 under the age of 3, but this too falls under "He won't give me anything He hasn't also equiped me to handle".  Sometimes I annoy myself with my cheerfulness and ability to work through the speedbumps of life.  No wonder other people get sick of hearing it.

And so for now, we sit and wait.  I am a horrible POAS-a-holic and have already taken one test last week which was negative.  Looking back at my cycle for #5 and #4 though, I got negatives from about 5 days before and repeatedly until about 6 days late when I finally got the BFP.  So we wait.  I did pick up a test today and it is going to be a sheer test of willpower to hold out and not POAS.  All I do is frustrate myself with the "non" answer and spend more time and money going to buy more tests.  DH thinks it is all fine and #1 thinks it is hillarious - sure, a teenager would. All I know is that I am SO tired, my back is killing me and a hormonal woman shouldn't watch "The Pursuit of Happyness" without a box of tissues nearby.  The wait continues........................................