4 weeks
Wow, on Monday (April 30), I woke up like normal. Crawled out of bed after hitting snooze a
dozen times, then dragged myself to the restroom to begin what I thought would
be an average day. It was far from it!
A bit of back story- Ben and I began talking about having
children approximately 6 months ago, but we had never settled on exactly when
we wanted to try. In March we decided
May would be a good time to conceive based on my school schedule, so we started
using other forms of “protection” in lieu of bc. Needless to say, we got lazy with that after
about a month, but we weren’t necessarily trying to conceive either. SO- being
a paranoid girl, I had bought a box of pg tests. They were the type with the lines. Now, I am also a planner, so I decided that
when we did get pregnant, I wanted a digital stick to show Ben rather than
having to explain that 2 lines was positive.
So that’s where this begins.
It was what should have been day 1 of AF, and I wanted to
use up that last pesky pg test to opt for a new digital box. Very casually, with no expectation of a
positive result, I took the test and laid it on the counter. I wasn’t even watching it, but the next time
I glanced at it, I audibly gasped. There
were 2 lines! In total shock I began
pacing around debating whether or not to wake Ben up and tell him immediately
or wait until after work and use the “plan” I had tentatively conspired a few
weeks earlier.
I decided I had to get out of the house ASAP to avoid spilling
the beans, so I left to go to school a bit early that day. On my way, I stopped at Walmart to buy the
digital test and a superman gift bag.
All day at school I was exceptionally smiley, but didn’t tell anyone
why.
