So I did something a little crazy the other day.
A little over a month ago, I stopped breastfeeding John. In the past, this action has been a trigger to my dormant ovaries that it is time to become fertile again and my very favorite aunt shows up almost immediately.
But this time, the tricky little witch has been dragging her feet. She loves tormenting me so I really shouldn't be surprised but I started to get concerned. Even though the hubs and I are taking certain precautions, nothing is foolproof.
And when you consider just how many times birth control has made a fool of me(read the full story here, here, and here)...well, I'm just sayin'.
So I went to Walgreens and I bought a test.
Three, actually, but that is because I rarely believe the first one.
So anyways, I came home and stood in my bathroom debating with myself as to whether or not I actually needed to pee. My fear was that I might really NOT be pregnant, but that somehow, peeing on the stick would make me pregnant...yeah, I know! Go back and read the first line of this post! You have to understand that my track record with pregnancy tests is not good! I have only ever had one negative test and it was WRONG! I just didn't know it was wrong for 10 more days. And twice I have taken a test fully confident that I was not pregnant, simply looking for confirmation, only to end up with Libby and John!
So, needless to say, I was nervous about peeing on this stick.
So that is what it looks like with only one line! I think I am going to keep it for posterity.
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