Jeni says:
Hi! I’m Jeni. The chick half of the couple. 29, turning 30 in September. I’ll be twenty-nine weeks pregnant on my birthday. Oh man. We’re pregnant. Wow.
Can I make it any more clear how very much by surprise this caught us? See, up until pretty much right now, we were under the impression that I couldn’t get pregnant for a couple reasons. I started walking in the mornings, stopped drinking soda. Cut out caffeine for the most part after Christmas 09. It made me feel tons better, and things eventually started working right in my plumbing. Andrew and I still didn’t think much of it, other than y’know. Being gross and inconvenienced once a month.
Then recently I’ve been sleepier than normal, moodier than normal. Par for the course for PMS, really. But then cramping started without the rest of it, and I knew something was weird.
Something was!
Yes, that’s a peestick. It was very nicely wrapped up and wiped off, don’t worry. Alternately deal with it, DO YOU SEE WHAT THAT SAYS.
We’ve been using pregnancy tests our entire marriage – nine years in October, what what – and almost always used this brand because I liked how no-nonsense it is. “Look honey, it just tells us straight out!” No colors and plusses and maybe-two-stripes-or-is-that-just one. So when I was having those weird stomach cramps, we picked the normal up to see.
The first one was a dud. Nothing at all on the little screen. So I had to wait…and I waited almost until midnight. At that point I was actually thinking, “I’d better wait until the night’s hanging-out time is over, ’cause the rest of the night is gonna be frantic.”
When I finally took the thing and saw “Pregnant” staring back at me, it took me a good five seconds to know what I was looking at. And then I just screamed. Andrew thought I’d hurt something so badly. But no, I was just shrieky. We stayed up until four freaking out and gleeing at each other.
The stick said we were gonna have a baby.
