It’s a really strange feeling.
I looked at the pregnancy test and was staring squarely at a blue cross. I’m pregnant? I said to no one but myself. I was home alone with Ginger. She was milling around entertaining herself while I opened boxes, read instructions, and prepared for the test – which required careful timing to 5 seconds.
Just as I began, Ginger was interested what was going on. So that in 5 seconds she came in to lick my face. Bad timing, bad dog! It instantly turned into a blue cross. I thought I’d have to wait but nope… there it was.
It’s a strange feeling.
It says you’re pregnant but you feel normal. You feel like everything is the same. Ginger and I walked down to get the mail. I kept repeating… I’m pregnant?, I’m pregnant.? It felt exciting and scary and wonderful and terrifying.
I wasn’t sure how to tell Mark. I knew he’d be excited but he was at work and I had to go to bed. Should I call him? That seems stupid. I thought about leaving the test out for him to find, but I wanted to see his reaction. I could leave a note… same problem. I hid all evidence of the test and went to bed.
I couldn’t sleep.
Should I stay awake and tell him? Could it be a fluke? Could Ginger have ruined anything with her 5 second interest in me? I wasn’t sure.
Yes, taking a pregnancy test by yourself is a strange thing.
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