I started having some problems remembering my work schedule. Forgetting I have to work BN after APP has happened before , but not three times in one month. My awesome MOD was all, "something must be up" because I rarely forget my schedule or call out. I think I may have had two or three sick days there in four years. (omg, has it really been that long?...maybe longer...I hate math.) So May is trucking along with Chris's bday, steampunk world faire and my first derby convention in Rhode Island. June hits and I'm getting ready for our derby game at home. Modeled my new derby shorts and moaned about how if I didn't have the right leggings on to suck my gut in then I'd look preggers.
This now gets me thinking. I hate keeping track of my monthly time or even talking about it and I'm trying to think when it's coming next. I pray that it doesn't come in time for the game, that would suck in my red hot short shorts. Sometimes I'm at the bottom of the month and sometimes at the top, depending on the season or whenever mother up above decides to spring it on me, but I can't recall having it during any of my events in May where I definitely would have been bummed if it came and ruined my fun.
So I decided I wanted to be excited and scared at the same time and made the decision to buy a pregnancy test to find out for sure if something was going on inside of me. I had one last sushi night with the B's (Brandi and Ben) and went to work the next day with the intention of purchasing a test at break time. I asked Jen if she would like to take a trip to Walgreens with me and after she stopped freaking out with happiness she agreed......but then had a meeting to attend, so I went alone. After trying to figure out what aisle the test would be in (where is that damn pee stick!) I found them under lock and key and progressively expensive. There was a button to call for service, but that seemed embarrassing so I found a lady shelving and asked her to unlock the case for me. (I all but whispered this to her and she kindly followed suit and rang me up at cosmetics.) I wanted to take the test there, but didn't want to be weird and walk to the back of the store with it, and instead of waiting till later to take the test , I drove around trying to think of where to use the restroom cause I was not taking the test in the bathroom at work....too many people coming and going and chatting. I finally settled on quick check and took the test. BFP. I was worried that I let it stay in the stream too long, but I really had to go! I could see one strong line and then waiting the required time and saw a faint line. BFP. Two lines even if one is faint is preggers.
I read the instructions for the third time as someone knocked on the door and decided that maybe 3pm wasn't a good time to test as the instructions recommended early morning for the hormone levels to be optimum. I really wanted to try again in the morning, but waited a week to try again. The second line was darker now. BFP.
Of course I texted a picture of the stick both times to my sister who practically squealed with happiness to finally become an aunt.
I think I told Chris the day after I found out. With our work schedules and sleep schedules I wanted to make sure that I told him in person, but I had to ask him to wake me up in the morning before he left for work. He was very excited and kissed me lots and told me he loves me. I love his reaction.
I didn't really want to tell many people yet. The feeling inside me was, maybe it's not true and I'm going to then have to tell people that it was a false alarm. But just in case, I bought a book....and my old head cashier who works at a different store now saw me in the section, so he knew, and so did Holly by extension.
I started letting the people who always seem to be at me for when are we going to have a baby guess that yes I am pregnant. Well, at BN anyways. I told a couple managers, endured perfumed hugs and excitement.
Telling people is fun, but I don't want to get carried away, just in case.
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