I looked at my calendar. I’m six days late. Ok….so this isn’t just some coincidence. I bought a test. I was sitting in my living room, talking to Jay, as I downed a glass of water. “Well, Buddy, hate to walk away from the middle of our conversation but I have to go see if I’m knocked up.” He laughed, “Ok.” Do you know how hard it is to pee on a stick? I never really understood all of that. It’s so icky and…ugh. I was waiting for the little – sign. Instead I see a very bright pink +. Hmm…. I put the little slip cover thing on the absorbent end and give it a good shake. Still no change. + I never smiled so hard or for so long. My cheeks actually hurt. I called Mike, “Guess what,” I was laughing pretty hard at this point, “I think I’m knocked up.” “What?” “Yeah, I’m going to call the doctor and make an appointment. You know to make sure and stuff.” “Really?” “Yup.”
My appointment is on Friday at 2:00pm. I’ll get a blood test, get referred to an ob-gyn and be sent home with a list of do’s and don’ts. Fun stuff. So as for right now I’m not knocked up…..just pretending. I’ll find out if I’m really knocked up on Friday. *huggles*