BFN & It's Getting Old

I took a pregnancy test yesterday, seeing as my period didn't arrive on Saturday as expected. Big fat negative, just as I suspected, and no period yet. It's sort of strange. Relief came over me as I saw the negative, but at the same time, a huge weight of disappointment just plummeted into my stomach. I kept telling myself, it's for the best. You don't want to be pregnant. Now's not the time. You want to be married, be financially secure, be in a new house, etc. It's interesting, how reason is absolutely no comfort to a natural maternal instinct. It's also interesting, how that little 'Not Pregnant' completely brought down my whole Sunday, and took me on a wirlwhind of SuperBitch tendencies.

The dog has taken a disgusting habit, of being discriminitive against grass, when it comes to taking a crap. Instead, he's decided that my back porch is a lovely place to do his business, and absolutely refuses to go anywhere else. You could seriously walk this dog all damn day, and he will wait until you walk up the porch, to pop a squat and do his thing. It's the most annoying (not to mention revolting) thing a pet of mine has ever done. I am entirely too clean and neat to be able to deal with this, and up until this point all of my pets have been too. TB went out with a pressure washer yesterday, and got my porch all clean and spiffy and normal again. So what does that fucking dog do instead? He decided to trot himself upstairs and pee on my bed. He's not a puppy anymore, he's been house-trained for far too long. I'm beginning to think he does this shit because he knows it pisses me off. The only shoes he chews on, are mine. The only clothes he rips up, are mine. He listens and obeys TB just fine, but when it comes to me, he snaps and tries to bite, when I tell him no. I'm over this dog. I told TB last night to find him a new home.

On top of everything else, TR has officially driven me to my breaking point. He's found the stash of goodies I had hidden for LS's visit later this week, and eaten it all. He ate all of TB's Easter candy. His rent is due, and he hasn't even mentioned it. GK stayed the night again last night, and of course this meant that TR didn't wake up on time for work. TB had to go in and wake him up this morning, informing him that he was making me late, and then he proceeded to spend about ten minutes on the computer upstairs while I waited for him downstairs. Then, instead of telling GK to leave (as TB leaves for work the same time I do, and GK doesn't have a key), he just walks on out the door, leaving her sleeping upstairs. Hence, my front door will now be unlocked all day after GK decides to leave. I'm livid, and TR doesn't see the problem here.

I'm ten seconds away from telling him to pack his shit and find a new place to fucking leech off of.