Well, here is how it all started and now it seems to fill my every waking thought.
I’d been feeling sick for a while before I finally took the test. I also had every other symptom known to man. I guess you could call me stubborn.
I was at work feeling bummed out, sick, tired and quite crabby when a co-worker calls me into her office to make sure I was okay. All day I had been pondering the possibility that I might be pregnant and planning to put those extra pregnancy tests to use that evening. When I explained to her that I just hadn’t been feeling well the obvious questions pops up. “Are you pregnant.” I told her I was actually planning on taking a test when I got home but I was sure I wasn’t actually pregnant. Come on….
That night I got home and rushed upstairs to test. There was no way I wanted my husband to know I was taking the test after his reactions to my wanting to have a child. He would blame me(and rightfully so, I’ve never been the careful one). I take the test and oh boy, and instant positive. I didn’t even have to finish peeing on the darn thing. My heart starts pumping faster and I can’t breathe. Okay, the directions say to wait. So, I wait. And it doesn’t go away. Oh boy, time for test #2. Same exact result. I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant? Oh my gosh, I’m pregnant!
Honey…. As I start down the stairs I begin to prepare him for it…
I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear! But uh, I’m pregnant!
His response: I knew it.
Since then I have been excited, sick & tired, and most recently: Hesitant to believe it's actually happening. I'm hoping blogging it out will help.
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