I think my DH is telling me something...*I am testing TOO much* and it is affecting my "anxiety" mood. So I go to open my drawer and I find my HPT's all gone...he took them to work (of course, this is his last day for the week until next Monday, so I'll have to wait until Tuesday morning to test). My next AF is possibly due September 1st, so I am sure if I test on Tuesday I will know the answer! This waiting is going to suck but I know he is just looking out for my mental health and well being. Plus, we have a lot to look forward to this weekend (so I think that's part of it as well.)
Maybe he will listen to my heartache on his break and possibly bring them home...