*This was written on January 16*
Sunday, January 13, I decided to buy a pregnancy test. I was a couple of days 'late', and was just feeling...not quite right.
I'd complained to John on Saturday that I didn't smell 'right'. I also had massive heart-burn.
So, John and I stood in line to buy the tests. We bought two....just in case one was defective or something.
John wasn't concerned about the buying of tests. He just figured I was being a girl and worrying too much.
Went home and peed on the stick.
Here's a mental picture of the immediate aftermath:
Me, sitting on the loo, staring at a pee-covered stick and crying. Norm (who always HAS to come in to watch me pee - she's weird that way) looking at me and begging for attention.
Came out of the bathroom, still in tears, and showed the positive test to John.
The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent in shock and wondering what the hell we're going to do.
Yes....we're VERY happy about this. We've wanted this for a while now.
But....we've just invited everyone we know to a wedding in Cuba...when I will be 6 months pregnant.
Laugh or cry???
So, after calling the info-santé line to find out what I do next, I called for an appointment for prenatal follow up at a clinic near me. My appointment is February 21 so I have a month to wait before I can even see a doctor and have him tell me that yes, I AM pregnant.
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