That Time I Wasn't Pregnant

Once you get married it's like everyone is up in your business wondering when you're going to have kids. My answer is always the same "oh we're not ready yet, we're just enjoying being married." And then you gain a little weight and suddenly rumors are firing about that you are pregnant. Rude. So "no kids" remains my answer until further notice or until a surprise baby appears.

It only took me a few months to figure out that I really didn't like birth control. My body just didn't react well to it and I know I could have gone back to the doctor for a different kind, but I decided that I rather not take it at all. And I'm not going to give you the birds and the bees talk or tell you about all of the other wonderful contraceptives out there, but boys and girls, that little pill that makes women (or maybe just me) feel sick all of the time is not the only solution!

So I stopped taking that awful pill everyday and it was like BAM! One week later I felt like myself again. Who knew?! Everything was going great... No everything was going amazing actually until December when I was like "dang it's been a while since I started my period" (ya, I just said period for the whole world to read and I'll say it again... PERIOD) At this point I was only a week late so I panicked in silence, but then I was two weeks late and I started to really freak. All of these thoughts of babies and nurseries and dollar signs were flooding my brain it was so hard to think straight. Not to mention I was right in the middle of finals week and my stress level was through the roof. I talked to Scott and he said to relax and wait until after finals to buy a pregnancy test, and I agreed. But I was still freaking! "This isn't what we planned, we're both in school, I love my cat too much to make time for a baby" ya know, like legit thoughts to have when you think you're pregnant. A few days went on and I could not take it anymore, I had to find out if I had a little human growing inside of me. It came to me while I was eating lunch alone at Pick Up Sticks and I looked over at the CVS. They sell pregnancy tests there, and I know my level headed husband told me to wait until after finals but he's not the one with a human growing inside of him so I have to go against what he said...

I walk into the CVS and my heart was pounding. This was so foreign to me and for some reason I felt like a pregnant teenager who was hiding this from her parents... Don't ask why. I stood there and just picked the most expensive test because that had to have the most accurate results. When I checked out I put a candy bar on top to hide the fact that I was buying a pregnancy test. What a fool I am. I checked out, trying I act cool and walked back to Pick Up Sticks to settle this once and for all. I felt like I was going to vomit!! I was sweating bullets. I mean, this stupid little stick I was about to pee on could forever change my life. I walk into the bathroom and go into a stall. I opened the instructions and the wrapper to the test, heart still racing, and when I pulled down my pantalones to find out if I was preggers, sure enough I had started my period. My period, people. It was more then 2 weeks late and it decides to show up after I spent money in a dang pregnancy test. So I pulled up my pants, tucked those stupid tests back into my purse and drove to another CVS to buy tampons, because that would just be embarrassing to walk into the same store ten minutes later. Hello crazy lady.

And wouldn't you know after all of that fretting about being pregnant, apart of me was a little sad when I realized I wasn't. Then I went home to my husband and my cat and realized my life is so good, and when we are really ready for a baby, life will be even better.