Our First Big Adventure: The Pregnancy

My first adventure with Maddie began on a Monday in October. I can’t remember the exact date. But I know it was a Monday. The day before would have been my missed period, and I barely noticed since I slept the entire day. I am not joking… the only time I woke up was to go to the bathroom, which seemed to be a crazy amount for the fact that all I had done was sleep all day. I remember thinking to myself that I might be pregnant based on the exhaustion and frequent bathroom visits. The thought excited me so much that I actually exerted enough energy to go to the upstairs bathroom where the pregnancy tests were tucked away in the vanity. I pulled it out, carefully peed on the stick, and set it on the tub to wait the fateful 5 minutes. By minute one I realized the test was a dud. That’s right, even the first line had not appeared! I waited the full 5 minutes just in case, and when I confirmed it was a dud- no lines at all- I went back downstairs and was asleep again before my head even hit the couch. So along comes Monday, and still tired, still peeing every 10 minutes, and now, with a ravenous hunger, I make it through the day at work. At 5:00 (it might have even been 4:50) I race out the door to go to Target to get a new box of tests, but not before stopping at Burger King to scarf down a double cheeseburger combo- I ate every bite and was still hungry! I make it home, go straight to the bathroom, and again, carefully peed on that stick. I take a quick glance as I go to lay it on the tub as I can already see a first AND SECOND line forming. The second line is very faint, almost not even there, but I see something!!! I walk out of the bathroom and vow not to come back for 5 minutes. But who am I kidding, I walk straight back in to look at it again. That second line is there, but it is almost like a shadow, not really pink or any color, but certainly it is something. I decide I must wait the 5 minutes before jumping to any conclusion. I again leave the bathroom. I make it all the way to the kitchen this time, drink a glass of water, and less than a minute later, I am back in the bathroom looking at a now very very faint, but PINK second line. I grab the test and start jumping up and down while chanting “I am pregnant, I am pregnant, I am pregnant.” Let’s just say, that was probably the last time I hopped around for the next 9 months.

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