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.