Confessional.

Confession #1- I think I am pregnant. I am tired for no particular reason. I am really tired. I am hungry in the morning, even though nothing about my smoothie/morning cup of coffee have changed. I got light headed during spin class, but felt like I wasn't working as hard as normal. Any time I ever missed a pill, I spotted that day. I haven't taken a BC pill in 5 weeks and haven't spotted once. I almost started crying while on the phone with a student today because I was so sad for him.

Confession #2- I think I am probably reading way too much into all of these things.

Confession #3- Tomorrow marks 4 weeks since the start of my period so, in theory, I could take a pregnancy test, but I am afraid to be disappointed. I promised myself I wouldn't be obsessive about this or be the one to get my hopes up every month, but it's only been one month and I already have my hopes up. Oops.

I was going to wait to test until Nov. 1, but I realized two days ago that I did my math wrong. By Nov. 1, I will be two weeks late, not one. My reason for waiting is because I wanted to actually be late before testing. Pregnancy tests are expensive and I don't want to have to take two to prove to myself that I'm not pregnant every month.

That said ... Confession #4? I kind of want to test tomorrow.