After my pain med problem, I started the weekend feeling a lot better. I was tired from not sleeping for two days, but grateful the itching was gone. We had a church function Saturday night that I attended for a short time. When Sunday rolled around, I was so very tired. Still.
On Monday morning, my sister called to say they would be in town. I invited them to dinner, because I was too tired to eat out. Especially, at 7:00pm. I wanted to feed little people and put them to be early. We had a great time eating and fellowshipping. My sister's pregnant belly so cute. She asked me to check the baby's position. I felt this little back and tiny rump. The whole time I was thinking how excited I was for her and how thankful I was that my body wasn't pregnant. Not that I don't love babies or children, just pregnancy is exhausting. I am already very exhausted.
After they left, I started to get ready for bed. For about three days, I had been worrying about how bloated I looked. Thinking I possibly had another illness on my hands. Yes, I have way too much medical knowledge. Standing, looking at myself in my closet mirror, it crossed my mind that maybe I don't have a disease... maybe, I'm pregnant. Don't know how that would be possible, as we were trying not to have another baby right now. But I knew a doctor would want me to rule that out first. I dug around and found a pregnancy test. Not even a full 24 hours late yet, but in the back of my mind I guess the thought always lurks.
At 8:00pm Monday night, I got an instantly positive, bright pink pregnancy test. What? How? No Way! Not real!
How's that for fun facts?
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