Friday, September 30, 2005

An unexpected surprise.

When I was a teenager, I was diagnosed with PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome). I was informed by more than one doctor that I wasn't able to ovulate on my own, which is why I was the only girl in my group of friends who didn't carry tampons in her handbag. Pregnancy was "unlikely" to ever happen to me, so I accepted that I would one day own a few small-breed mutts and call them my babies. Zac was on board, we high-fived, and that was that. I took birth control pills for a few years, but didn't eventually quit because if I weren't meant to have children, I'd rather not bleed. That is, until recently I suddenly felt nauseated and strange for no reason at all while we were driving around, listening to music. I broke into a cold-sweat, and was trying to think of what I may have consumed that disagreed with me... I made myself eat a few crackers and the nausea went away. Strange, I thought. Then I started thinking of how my bra was feeling a little smaller, I was dozing off while watching movies, and the very thought of drinking one of Mawmaw's Jumex Strawberry-Banana nectars (which I loved) made me feel so queasy, I had to lie down. We went to Walmart and I reluctantly made the purchase of a two-count pregnancy test kit "just in case".

I waited about a minute, not expecting to see much more than a negative result, as I've seen a few times in the past. But, where there was supposed to be a "plus" symbol, I had a vertical line, not a horizontal, which would indicate a negative result. Thinking the test was faulty, I used the second one, but got the same vertical line. To make sure of what I was seeing, I called the 1-800 number on the box and the receptionist confirmed it. We are having a baby.

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