Since I started this here blog, I've pretty much let it all hang out. Good, bad, pretty, ugly, funny, not-so-funny, happy, sad - I've shared it with perfect strangers. Why stop now?
So, here it is. My first pregnancy test. Negativo. Sorry, you are not a winner this time. Please pee on another stick soon!
(In an effort to keep my sense of humor about all this, I decided to use the LOL builder at icanhascheezburger.com to caption the photo of my pee stick in the spirit of the site. If you're not familiar, check it out. Yu'll laff. I'z promiss.)
And you know what? Even though I knew in my logical brain that it was so very unlikely that I was pregnant, I spent the entire walk to Boots and back convincing myself that "I might be though! I mean, it's possible!" and dreaming up all these fantasies about how I would tell Jason and the family and my best friend. (Who, by the way, sent me the most amazing and supportive email that made me cry when I related this little tale to her several weeks ago when I actually took this test. See? I told you I have thought about whether or not to go public with this for a while...) Would I come up with some elaborate scheme involving a tiny Redsox or Carolina Hurricanes onesie only to get so excited that I just blurt it out when he walked through the door? Or maybe I would wrap up the positive pregnancy test and give it to him?
Turns out, I don't need to be worrying about any of that stuff just yet. Let's just slow down and take this in order, shall we?