So a few nights ago I got the crap scared out of me. I haven’t been feeling well for a while. I have some symptoms of being pregnant; Nausea, breast tenderness and swelling, and abnormal periods. I’m positive it’s from the birth control that I’m taking but It’s better to be safe than sorry because I was on birth control when I got pregnant with my son, I even had my period. Periodically I’ll take a pregnancy test just to ease my mind.
With encouragement from my mother, I decided to take one the other night. I waited the five minutes it said to on the instructions, expecting a negative result. The test came out positive. All I could think about was telling my husband. I freaked out, called my sister and my cousin Todd to calm me down. My husband came home from work, he could clearly see that I was upset. He thought somebody died.
I finally got courage enough to tell him and I was expecting him to freak out like I did. To my complete shock he said he was happy about it. He was already hoping for a girl and wondered what we would name her. He scooped me up like a baby and sat down on the couch with me squished up against his chest. I cried some and he comforted me.
I gave him the pregnancy test that I took. He read the instructions and started laughing his ass off. I had red the test wrong. I took a second test to confirm. I am not pregnant and don’t plan to be anytime soon. If It happens it happens and I’ll be okay with it. But for now I’m focusing on bettering myself and my life ❤️