Umm, okay. So. On the 17th? Joey and I were like, “Good morning! Hello! Who needs protection?”
And then? I started to feel really sick. And I was like, “Haha, see how neurotic I am? I can physically manifest symptoms. Because I am so neurotic.” And Joey was like, “Haha, my loins are strong.”
Only I kept ON being sick, and everyone IN THE WORLD was like, “Haha, you young married girl! You are all kinds of knocked up!”
But I was all, “It’s too EARLY to know. Shut UP. Everyone LEAVE ME ALONE! GOOOOOOOGLE!”
And then?
Do you see that FAINT line there? Because I sure did. That was yesterday. I told a few family members, and then had a few panic attacks because FLUKE! I HAVEN’T MISSED MY PERIOD YET! STUPID!
And Joey took me to Babies R Us because I wanted to look at all the stuff, and I may have melted into a little puddle when he started picking out recieving blankets, and helping me think about nursery themes, and when he turned to me and said, “Okay, I think I have baby fever as bad as you, now. But don’t tell anyone.” And I totally won’t, babe, except for the whole Internet. And then he bought me a little stuffed monkey, to hold onto when I freak out – and let me tell you, this monkey has gotten a lot of mileage so far. Joey has been convinced all along that I am with child, and is thrilled about it, and so supportive, and can I tell you HOW HOT IS THAT!!
And this morning? I woke up really early, and (with much wailing and gnashing of teeth) took another test.
That is no faint line, there, bitches. That line kicks some ass.
And so, OMG! Holy Crap! Squeee!
I wonder if I will be able to relax now? No? I didn’t think so, either.
