Used pregnancy tests to be exact.
Used nearly six years ago (oh Gawd, don't get me started on the time frame). I picked them up, debated, then shoved them to the back of the closet.
Yes, I washed my hands.
But I couldn't throw them out. And I can't tell you why. The kid they told me was coming is facing her fifth birthday (oh there I go again). She's not going to be any less obnoxious at 6:30 in the morning (aka less of a real child) if I throw out these little plastic sticks that I once urinated on.
Just typing the words "urinated on" should be making me rethink this whole hoarding thing. Maybe if I write it a few more times?
I peed on these things. Stuck 'em under me on the toilet.
Nope, still not sure if I can throw them out. I'm not a hoarder by nature -- a pack rat maybe, but the American Pickers wouldn't give my place a second glance.
I've heard of people saving the pee stick to present to their partner in a little box as their "hey, I'm pregnant announcement." People putting them on the Christmas tree to announce "hey, you're gonna be a Granny."
But when I Googled "keeping a positive pregnancy test," a community of weirdos, er, bosom buddies, didn't pop up. And let's face it, if you can't find a partner in crime on Google, you're screwed.
No wonder I hide them way back in the back of the closet.
Did you have a hard time saying bye bye to your positive tests?