After a good “we’ll never get pregnant, this is so frustrating” venting session, Lauren went off to her meeting and I did what felt right… went out to buy candy. Roaming the aisles at Shoppers, I had a sudden full fledged daydream about the test being wrong. I could picture it perfectly… I’d be trying to convince myself that the days on my period would actually be sort of a vacation from cycle monitoring (isn’t that fun?) and the phone would ring, with a delighted nurse on the other end. A surprise positive!
As soon as I had this vision I knew I would have to test again or I wouldn’t sleep for playing out my great surprise positive scenario. I’d grab a First Response, it would be negative, I’d feel kind of stupid, and then I’d pitch it and move on.
Except, this happened.
And I did what any sane person would do in my situation. Sprinted out to buy another test. So then this happened.
Lauren was trapped in a business meeting, so all I could do was stare, and, stare, and stare. Confirmed by beta this morning. It’s early, and any number of things could happen, but I’m pregnant.
And it was April Fool’s Day. Indeed.
Edited to add: If you know me in real life, please keep this under your hat for a few weeks. Thanks!