For the past...I don't know...a while, i have been keeping a pretty consistent "record" of when my period is supposed to come. Pretty damn consistent.
So my period was suppose to come on the 4th. No come.
On the 5th - nada.
On the 6th - still a no show.
On the 7th - okay where are you ?
On the 8th - not funny, body...bring that shit.
On the 9th - *taps fingers on the desk*
On the 10th ---- My egg and pickle sandwich. Okay, maybe that was weird for everyone else...but I actually LIKE pickles. So the fact that I saw them when I was standing in line waiting for my egg and bacon sandwich, so not an issue for me.
Whatever...I can't go on about this. I don't want to make a long story out of it.
Bottom line, I hugged "someone" and by boobs HURT. He was like "all jokes aside, please take a test for me".
So I took one this morning.
Story of the boy who cries wolf. How many times in the past few months have I been "worried" that I was pregnant? Huh? How many?
How many pregnancy tests have I taken? I'm so use to seeing just one line show up that I dropped the fucking test this morning.
Two.
Two pink lines showed up.
So....I'm pregnant.......