We liked 'em a lot here at the Ameringlish house.
I'll tell you the longer version of that story now. Because I like to
As I mentioned, I'd been feeling off for the last couple of weeks. It was really messing with my head and I wasn't trusting my instincts because of the prior month's weirdness. While Ross and I were eating our lunches on Wednesday, I was a bit down. He asked what was up and I confessed that I was sick of not feeling good, but not being pregnant. Ross then asked if that meant I thought I wasn't pregnant. I admitted that I had no idea. It was driving me batty. We decided that we'd go to see the doctor if this month was a no-go too.
Later in the afternoon, I decided to go for a little walk over to the nearby shopping centre. I wanted to clear my head and get some air. Once I got there I bought a bottle of water (I'd been unusually thirsty for the past few days). Then, on the spur of the moment, I walked into the Superdrug and bought a pack of 2 pregnancy tests. I went back to the Costa Coffee where I'd bought the water and sat down to drink it.
Once I was done, I nervously went into the bathroom and did the deed. I figured it was still several days before my period was due, so there wasn't much chance of a positive result. I thought I'd put the test in my pocket and by the time I'd done the quick walk back to the warehouse to see Ross, it would have developed. Wrong! Before I was done washing my hands I was looking at 2 bright pink lines. In shock, I grabbed the stick, put it in my pocket and practically ran back to Ross.
As I approached the warehouse, I saw the guy who picks up our shipments in his big yellow van. I thought he was heading towards us to do his afternoon pick up. "Oh no!" I thought, "He's going to get there right when I do and then I'm going to have to wait to tell Ross... and I might die!!!! OMG LOLZ blarahghg!" Then the van turned to go the other way. Whew!
I bounded into the front door to find Ross sitting and having a little break. He took one look at my face and said "You seem bouncier." I whipped out my Pink Pee Stick of Victory and shoved it in his face. "LOOOK!" I saw the confusion pass over his eyes. Ross later told me that his initial thought was that it was a beauty product of some sort and that he was trying to figure out if it was some kind of blush or something- since he knew I needed more blush. In less than a second, though, my smart man had figured it out (or "twigged it", which I find to be a charming expression). Ross looked closer and said, "Is that positive?"
As if I'd have been that "bouncy" for a negative! Duh. I then explained to Ross how to read and pregnancy test and how it works. Then we were happy.
*Blaargh. I know that's totally cheesy, but I'm allowed. Squeeeeee!