Well there was only one line on the little test yesterday morning (negative), but I sure do have to pee a lot for someone who’s not.  Actually, Aunt Flow isn’t due until this Friday, so I guess if she doesn’t arrive I will test again Saturday morning. Will let you know either way.

The reason I didn't get to post yesterday is because I can comment on other blogs from work, but Mindsay doesn't show up or work right so I have to wait until I get home.  When I drove down my street yesterday the first thing I noticed was my Parent's Explorer sitting in front of my house, so I hit the garage door opener and pulled in the driveway.  There he was, my dad, in the garage, looking in the freezer with a look on his face like he had just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  He helped me unload Princess and all her/my stuff and when we went inside my mom was dusting the living room.  Now eons ago I would have been greatly offended if I had come home to find anyone else in my house cleaning.  But over the years, I've come to realize that the people who love me don't do things to offend me, they do them to help and that I should just relax and accept that help as I'm not Superwoman, well, not until I put on the cape anyways.  My mom knows that I don't like dusting, so she was doing it for me as she and my dad came into town and they know the code to our house, so they just popped over to see us.  They said that they came to town because my dad's blood pressure was a little high, but they live 78 miles away and I'm pretty sure they couldn't just walk into the Dr's office without an appointment, so now, what was the real reason. 

I had some chicken breast in the fridge, so I threw together some pecan encrusted chicken and a quick honey/mustard sauce, heated up the meatloaf from the night before, grabbed frozen green beans and microwaved them with a little bacon and seasonings and took the leftover mash potatoes and made potatoe splats out of them.  Then the real reasons came out:  First off, they knew I was testing yesterday morning and wanted to be here to celebrate with us if I was pregnant (my mom would never consider that someone could be upset by being pregnant), Secondly, they had consumed all the Meals on Wheels that I had delivered to them a couple of weeks ago and wanted to pick up what I had packaged so far.  Apparently my mom is gone during the day, as she tutors, so my dad just gets in the freezer and decides which Meals on Wheels he wants for lunch, then they also eat them for dinner so they went through them about twice as fast as I planned.  I don't blame them, my mom has cooked meals for her children/grandchildren for 45 years as she raised the 4 of us then when my little sister was in High School, they got custody of my older brother's two and raised them for another 20 years. Lastly, we have an ice maker that makes Sonic ice and they brought their cooler so that they could pick up a couple of bags to take home as there isn't a Sonic out in the boonies where they live.  I sent them on their way with ice, Meals on Wheels, deer sausage (hubby killed a doe New Years Day) and leftover pecan chicken,  meatloaf and green beans.  I always keep the cheap plastic containers (you get at the grocery store) on hand because whenever my parent's or sister come over they always end up leaving with leftovers and I got tired of trying to keep up with the good stuff.

It was good to see them and when they left my mom hugged me and said "hester, your a good mother and a good daughter".  I cried as I was walking back into the house, how good did that feel.  I realized that as women,we probably don't say this enough, or hear this enough.  So from now on, when I think a woman is being a good mother, I'm going to tell her so, whether I know her or not.

Enjoy your day!