6 weeks?!
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We woke up this morning and went through the usual morning routine. While in the bathroom I weighed myself. Having been exercising and changing my eating habits I was surprised to see that I was not loosing weight. In fact, I seemed to have gained a bit. I expressed my disappointment to Robby told me he thought I was pregnant. This was followed by a long winded response from me. In which the lines, "I don't feel pregnant", "Don't be ridiculous", and "I think I had a period a few weeks ago" we uttered. He laughed and disagreed. We went on to make plans for the rest of our day.
We ended up wandering down in the square near our house, enjoying some Dunkin' Donuts and our neighborhood farmers market. From here we headed over to the pharmacy and stared at the pregnancy tests.
There were so many. And they were so expensive.
I closed my eyes and picked one. We headed home.
I took the test and it was...
Positive but inconclusive. There seemed to be something wrong with the test. A malfunction of sorts. The required vertical line failed to appear. The instructions offer no comfort, just an 800 number. Which I called, they suggested I try again with a new test and a new method. They promised to refund the cost of the malfunctioning test.
Rob was sent out for some more tests. What a strange few minutes those were. Knowing that something could be there, but maybe wasn't, but could be, and if it was, oh my god, what were we going to do, we wanted kids someday, but is now someday, what about the house, the move, but there has to be something wrong, i don't feel pregnant.
I can only imagine what was going through Rob's head.
He returned with two pregnancy tests in hand and - a six pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon along with a six pack of non-alcoholic O'Doole's. The man's humor runs deep.
I took the second one. It was positive and conclusive.
We freaked a bit. Excited nervous disbelief. We both decided that it was a good sign. We both decided that there was a lot that could go wrong. We both decided that what ever happened at least now we knew we could have a family.
We tried to figure out how far along I was. It was either two weeks or six weeks.
Six weeks?!
We woke up this morning and went through the usual morning routine. While in the bathroom I weighed myself. Having been exercising and changing my eating habits I was surprised to see that I was not loosing weight. In fact, I seemed to have gained a bit. I expressed my disappointment to Robby told me he thought I was pregnant. This was followed by a long winded response from me. In which the lines, "I don't feel pregnant", "Don't be ridiculous", and "I think I had a period a few weeks ago" we uttered. He laughed and disagreed. We went on to make plans for the rest of our day.
We ended up wandering down in the square near our house, enjoying some Dunkin' Donuts and our neighborhood farmers market. From here we headed over to the pharmacy and stared at the pregnancy tests.
There were so many. And they were so expensive.
I closed my eyes and picked one. We headed home.
I took the test and it was...
Positive but inconclusive. There seemed to be something wrong with the test. A malfunction of sorts. The required vertical line failed to appear. The instructions offer no comfort, just an 800 number. Which I called, they suggested I try again with a new test and a new method. They promised to refund the cost of the malfunctioning test.
Rob was sent out for some more tests. What a strange few minutes those were. Knowing that something could be there, but maybe wasn't, but could be, and if it was, oh my god, what were we going to do, we wanted kids someday, but is now someday, what about the house, the move, but there has to be something wrong, i don't feel pregnant.
I can only imagine what was going through Rob's head.
He returned with two pregnancy tests in hand and - a six pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon along with a six pack of non-alcoholic O'Doole's. The man's humor runs deep.
I took the second one. It was positive and conclusive.
We freaked a bit. Excited nervous disbelief. We both decided that it was a good sign. We both decided that there was a lot that could go wrong. We both decided that what ever happened at least now we knew we could have a family.
We tried to figure out how far along I was. It was either two weeks or six weeks.
Six weeks?!
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