I'm no stranger to tummy aches. I have had a nervous stomach since childhood. Which is unfortuante, because I'm also terrified of puking.
Aren't we cute? |
I only got one line. But that's ok, because now I know and I'll pack some tampons for my weekend with friends. Did I feel a little pukey on Saturday and Sunday? Yeah, but that's because I was in the car for a total of 8 hours and I get car sick sometimes (even when driving). So I moved on with my life.
I was in the grocery store on Monday and walked past the "Feminine Hygiene" aisle. Those words alone are enough to give me a tummy ache. Could Giant make being a woman sound any pukier? But I turned the cart down the aisle, stopped in front of the pregnancy tests, and grabbed a two-pack of the fancy digital kind before I even realized what I was doing. I promptly buried the package under a loaf of bread and some bananas, because GOD I didn't want anyone to see me buying those!
Laura and I got home from the store, I unloaded the groceries, set the tests on the stairs to go to the bathroom, and then remembered I needed to pee. In slow-motion I realized I was unwrapping the box and pulling out a stick. Suddenly I was peeing on it. The bile rose in my throat. I washed my shaky hands, looked down at the stick, and totally did a double-take:
Isn't the word "NOT" supposed to appear? |
Cue puking!
OMG I'm pregnant!
Nate and I are thrilled, over the moon, and incredibly excited. My first OB appointment is 10/10 - I hope to have more to tell you then. Like a due date.
***For a few certain readers, NOT A WORD of this. To anyone! You know who you are :)