I feel stupid/embarrassed/annoyed about what happened. In recent days, I have been experiencing what I thought were pregnancy symptoms. I racked my brain to recall which day I forgot my pill and took it many hours later… and if it happened more than once. Finally when I got on the scale last night, after hours spent putting together toys with Dave, I really got concerned. I had gained weight since a week ago and yet all but one day had been following my diet. It just didn’t make sense. We had to know. Dave hopped in his truck, drove to Walmart and returned with an at-home test. Those three minutes staring at the blinking clock in the digital read-out window afforded me enough time to play out a thousand scenarios in my head. Maybe this is why our house hasn’t sold, because we can’t afford it with another mouth to feed. So much for taking on a new workout plan in 2011, I will be waddling my way through bins of old baby clothes. You get the idea. Then the wait was over and NO came up on the screen. It put us both in better moods, sad to say. Had it been positive we would have embraced it and planned accordingly for our lack of planning… but a negative result was the preferred outcome. Minutes later our current brood came down the stairs after one woke the other up asleep in our bed. We were thrilled to see just the TWO of them. And today I am playing phone tag with the nurse to schedule Dave’s vasectomy!
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 30
This post was written by Tara on December 21, 2010