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Well Played, AF!

Pretty much, still lost at sea.

I am sure I am not pregnant. I haven't tested, but I am sure.

I did not test because I did not want to tangibly verify what I am so sure about.

Well played, AF because your missing status painfully set open the fact to me that I do want to be pregnant. For all the nays and nays and nays, there is a yes. 

Oh come on, drama!

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  1. lostintranslation15 May 2013 at 18:38

    Oh boy...

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  2. Michele15 May 2013 at 19:27

    Let's all get together and kick the shit out of your AF... I think that would make us all laugh and feel better. ;)

    I'm sorry this is still continuing... You are a stronger woman than I am. I'd test just so I could say "SEE BODY- I TOLD YOU F'ING SO!".

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  3. areyoukiddingme15 May 2013 at 19:45

    Well, that's one way to make a decision, right? It's so sneaky, that yes - no matter how bad of an idea we might think it is, no matter how unprepared we might feel, it creeps up and makes itself known.

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  4. battynurse15 May 2013 at 21:01

    AF is a bitch. Sorry about the mind games she is playing.

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  5. MrsSpock16 May 2013 at 08:23

    Dude, you must take the test.

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  6. Stacie16 May 2013 at 11:40

    All of this is such a mind f*ck. I hope she makes her appearance asap; but if she doesn't, could you test to put me out of my misery? Sending love your way.

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  7. Brenda17 May 2013 at 00:23

    Ugh! So sorry :(

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  8. Anonymous20 May 2013 at 17:21

    Sorry for the mind fuck honey. BUT that being said I see a positive in that you know now EXACTLY what it is you want. And I still think you should POAS already!!!

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