It was the 31st day of my normal 29 day cycle. I looked at the calender and recounted from the first day of my last cycle the month before, and sure enough...I counted correctly. 31 days, putting me two days late from my previous monthly visit from good ole Aunt Flow. My stomach turned with excitement and anxiety. Could it be possible? Could I really be pregnant? My sudden joy was quickly washed away by doubt. I thought, "no, way I'm pregnant. It's been a stressful month, I have all the PMS symptoms and even the cramps. I'll start tomorrow." Still in the back of my mind I had this lingering feeling that something was different, but I decided not to say anything to Preston. I didn't want to get his hopes up. I figured if he asked I would just casually mention that i was a few days late, but could start at any moment, not to worry. Of course, Preston is very inquisitive and pays more attention than what I give him credit for because the minute I decided to keep my mouth shut he called and calmly asked, "shouldn't you start soon?" I replied very casually that I was expecting my monthly cycle any day now and left it at that.
After an entire 8 hour day at work researching on the Internet and taking online quizzes I decided I would take a Home Pregnancy Test. I just could not sit in the suspense of not knowing any longer. I thought of how I'd react if the test read positive, and then that other thought entertained my mind of what if the test read negative? That scared me the most. I rationalized and rationalized some more...MUST TAKE A TEST was my final answer. "Bite the bullet Seanna, and face the truth!'
I arrived home from work and of course, Preston was already home. I knew I had to act normal because i didn't want him to expect any unusual behavior that could possibly tip him off. Turns out I'll never be an actress because he noticed my attitude was strange immediately, but he decided to play along and did not mention anything. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the dipstick, and read the directions. I decided to purchase the kind of test that either displays "yes" for pregnant or "No" for not pregnant. I was not taking chances on the cheaper kinds that you have to color code. Those require way to much guesstimating. I opened the package, tried out the stick, and waiting the longest three minutes of my life. Those three minutes were spent trying to be normal and carry a conversation with Preston all the while wanting to scream at the top of my lungs, " i have a test in the other room waiting to tell me if our lives as we know are going to change or not, quit talking to me!"
Finally, a free moment. I sprinted into the bathroom, picked up the stick, turned it over to the display screen, and opened my eyes. "YES+" I about died! I was so happy, I jumped up and down and screamed with my mouth closed. I debated telling Preston right at that second, but I really wanted to present it to him in a special way. I maintained my composure and formulated and escape exit to get out the house to get a plan for how I would tell Preston, and the rest is history!
The point of that story was to tell you this...once Preston found out about the pregnancy and he pulled himself together, we both looked at each other and I said, "well, honey...guess this means your sperm are good to go!" Preston smiled.
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