Real Talk: the dramatic materialization of that little pink cross hits everyone different.
Do you remember THAT MOMENT? The millisecond after the little pink cross or double lines or the full word- Pregnant- popped up on that little pee stick?
Were you ecstatic? Surprised? Devastated? Anxious? Terrified? A combination of them all?
Whatever your reaction, it's important to recognize that everyone's story is different, impactful, and valid.
Mine involved five minutes pretty of intense breast observation, four different tests, and a shotgunned beer.
Stay with me (and don't judge)...
"Everyone's moment is different, impactful, and valid.
My Moment
So there I was, looking in the mirror, staring at my breasts, wondering when they had gotten SO. BIG. I mean noticeably, popping buttons, venturing into anime territory big.
As I contemplated these new "developments" (ba dum ting!), my mind raced through possible causes, landing inevitably on the big one...could I be pregnant?
Nah, couldn't be. I took my birth control with nearly religious fervor.
I knew the chances were slim to none, but my paranoia over seemingly gaining three cup sizes overnight spurred me into action. I'd take a test - just to calm my nerves - and then I'd check WebMD to see what disease includes rapid breast growth and get to the bottom of this mystery.
When I got back to the house, I took the test. It was positive.
OBVIOUSLY that test was dysfunctional. So back to Target I went.
When I returned home, I made a mad dash to the bathroom, and then...nothing. I couldn't go. My mind was churning with the possibility of the unthinkable. So, to calm my nerves - and facilitate filling my bladder - I drank a beer. Shotgunned a beer rather.
I wasn't yet convinced that I was pregnant, but nevertheless, the drink felt like a toast to the closing of a chapter. A possible farewell to life as I knew it.
And when I finally did take the next test...and the next one...and the next one...and realized that I was - indeed- pregnant, I was overwhelmed with an avalanche of emotion difficult to put into words:
It was the moment that sparked my journey from content child-freeist to apprehensive parental, and in that moment, I knew that no matter what road I decided to take, life would never be the same.
That's MY story...what's YOURS?
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