I went to the store. I bought:
One of these. To which the cashier said, "Wow, that's a nice caddy."
One of these. To which the cashier said, "Can't make it in Utah without one of these!"
Me: That's true.
A bottle of these. To which the cashier said, "Mmm, peaches sound so good! I think I'll do that for my lunch break instead of the candy I usually eat."
To which I said nothing, and just wondered what was with all the commentary...
And one of these.To which (thankfully) the cashier said nothing. She bagged the items. I payed. She handed me my bag. And then, she said, "I hope the First Response is what you want it to be!"
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I said, "I don't really know what I want it to be." I left the store in tears.
I was 2 weeks late when I bought the test, but missing a month had happened to me before. Usually due to stress. And in January I had doubled my hours at work, plus taken on a lot more responsibility. And I was in the middle of moving. We had a lot going on and I was feeling a bit stressed. So I didn't think much about it. I decided on my drive home that I would take the test on February 13th. The would be the day that my next period should start, and if I missed that one, then I would start to wonder. Good plan. Didn't think about it the rest of the night. And on Tuesday January 26th I woke up at 7:00 am and had to pee really bad. I lay in bed for about 10 more minutes thinking about the test. I finally jumped up and grabbed the test and ran to the bathroom. I'd done this before because we had a little scare in month one of marriage, and it was negative. But during that test I stood and looked at the stupid little results window for 3 minutes and hated every minute of it. I knew in my mind I wasn't pregnant this time either, so I decided I'd waste my pee on the $10.00 stick for no reason, put the thing down, brush my teeth for 2 minutes and wash my face for 1 minute, and then check the results window, which I was sure would only have one pink line. I peed, put the stick down, grabbed my tooth brush, reached for the tooth paste (which was right by the test!) and I glanced at the window. I'd made it about 14 seconds. And guess what? I saw 2 pink lines.
My jaw dropped to the floor. Which made it really easy to brush my teeth. Which I did, for about 10 minutes, while staring at my shocked face in the mirror. I also checked the test every few seconds to see if line number 2 faded. It didn't fade.
I pulled myself together and ran to the living room, flipped on all the lights, and yelled at Paul. He was sleeping on the couch because we got in a fight the night before. (I'm just being real about it.) Also, this almost never happens because we have a near perfect marriage. But this night, it happened. He woke up looking really confused, and I said, "I'm pregnant."
Stay tuned for more fear, joy, and ups and downs...