Addicted to HPT's©
(Home Pregnancy Test)
By Karen Squires
If you laughed at this title, this
article may be for you. HPT means Home Pregnancy Test and they are without a
doubt, addictive. Alcoholics try to hide their addiction, so do women addicted
HPT's. I know because I'm one of them.
I found HPT's at the dollar store for,
you guessed it, a dollar. I was so excited. I only grabbed one test the first
time I saw them. I ran home and used it right away. I got a BFN (Big Fat
Negative). Of course I was only 7 days after ovulation so what could I expect.
The next day, after lying to my husband
and telling him that I needed to run and get some shampoo, I was back at the
dollar store for more. I bought five this time, figuring that if I ran one a
day I would have enough to last until 12 days after ovulation. I always get a
positive by 11 days after ovulation so I had enough to see if I had a baby in
me this cycle. Two days later I had used them all up and was back at the store
needing more shampoo. I bought another five tests. I was now 10 days after
ovulation. Five more would last me until my next cycle started, which I hoped
As I drove home I tried desperately to
remember when I had gone to the bathroom last. I needed to hold my urine for
at least 4 hours to let the pregnancy hormone build up. I remembered that it
had only been about one and 1/2 hours. It was now 10:00 am, I'll have to wait
until 12:30pm. I told myself that when I got home I'd do the dishes, vacuum,
dust, paint the bathroom, anything to keep my mind off of running the test. I
pulled in the driveway, ran straight to the bathroom, and peed in a cup.
Another BFN. Dang it. I have no self control. I'll have to start all over
It's now 11 am. I have to hold my urine
until 3 pm to let the hormone (if there is any) build up again. At 1:30 pm I
run another test. BFN! Dang it all to heck! What is my problem. And I get
frustrated at my kids not having any patience.
I decide to go to the mall to make sure
that I can't run another test for a few hours. I am tempted to take a test
with me to use at the bathroom in the mall just in case I can't control myself
but I remember that I'll have my five year old with me which would make it
hard to run a test there. Off to the mall I go having made it out the door
without a test hidden in my purse.
I have now gone most of the day with out
drinking as I don't want to dilute my urine and make what might be a BFP(Big
Fat Positive) turn into a BFN by having too much water in my bladder. I am
thirsty, frustrated and getting crabbier and crabbier by the minute.
We walk around the mall, me trying to
get a peak at the baby and maternity things, but a five year old has no need
for those so I don't even get a fix by doing that. Two hours later we are
bored and my son is begging to come home and eat. I look at my watch. I can't
go home yet, I just can't. I tell my son that I'll buy him something to eat,
get him a toy, anything to stay there a little longer. He sees the desperation
in my eyes and agrees to let me buy him a Hot Wheels car and some chicken
strips. That uses up another hour. Soon he wants to go home again and no
amount of bribing works this time. It's only been three hours now so I take
the long way home. I keep hearing a little voice from the back seat telling me
that I've gone the wrong way and a tiny finger points to the east telling me
to turn that way NOW!
Okay, Okay, we'll go home.
It's been three and 1/2 hours and I'm so
thirsty that I can hardly swallow. We pull into the driveway, I run into the
house, down the hall to the bathroom, and run another test. Another BFN!!!
Dang it! Dang it! Dang it all to HECK! Grrrr.
I had ran the rest of the tests by the
next day at noon and since it was now 11 days after ovulation and I still
hadn't got my BFP I knew that Aunt Flo and her dog spot would find me soon. On
to the next cycle. I am going to have more self control next time.
A few days later I really do need some
shampoo and tell dear hubby that I need to run and get some. He gives me a
funny look and asks "Didn't you just get some a few days ago?"
I walk into the dollar store knowing
that I'm safe from my addiction for another two weeks but as I walk past the
HPT's to the shampoo I notice that they only have 20 tests left. I panic. What
if they are all gone in two weeks, what will I do, where will I go. I grab all
20 tests and head to the cash register, kicking myself all the way there. When
I get home I find a good place to hide them, way in the back of the closet.
My husband calls from the shower and
asks me for the shampoo. I'm still in the process of hiding the tests and I
call back to him, my mind still in an addictive fog, "Shampoo! What
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