After wearing a panty liner for
a few days following some spotting, it didn’t appear that Aunt Flo would be coming
for her monthly visit after all. Could it
have finally happened? Could I really be pregnant? Could I have mastered my
fertility?
I told my husband I was feeling
unusually tired—one of the key indicators of pregnancy. Only problem, I had
told him I was feeling unusually tired once a month for the past eight, and it
always ended the same—extremely hormonal and bleeding. So, my husband gave me, the
girl who cried pregnancy, no
sympathy.
I felt this time was different though, so after a few days I decided to
take a pregnancy test, or three. I could not believe my eyes when not one but
TWO lines appeared on all three of the tests—a positive result! But, when I
compared the lines to the lines on the applicator box, mine were much more
faint. Since I now equated lighter lines with pathetic fertility, I did not feel
confident with my positive, yet dim, results. I lined up the positive pregnancy
tests and texted a picture to my girlfriend with the question, “Do you think
I’m pregnant? Or are the lines too faint?”
She seemed to believe I was, in
deed, pregnant because she immediately texted back, “You’re fucked, your life
is over.”
She’s the
mother of an energetic three-year-old little boy, and despite her very
enthusiastic affirmation of my pregnancy, I still wasn’t convinced. The
dullness worried me. What did it mean?
Did it mean my child would be dull? Maybe a mute albino? I grabbed my keys
and headed out to Walgreens to buy another package of tests.
