Seeing is believing.
I told the Pastor I was pregnant and he was in a state of shock and disbelief.
Why had I taken the test without him? He wanted in on the fun. Besides, he asked, are you really sure?
Well, yes. There was the test. And the sore boobs. The definite opinions about eating. The hormones. Missing my, uh, something that's kind of a big indicator of pregnancy. Walking all over England, Wales and Scotland - and usually being forced to run to catch a train - and not losing a single pound.
Since it had been more than a week, the results on the test I had taken had faded. "Can you take another one?" Sure. Why not? They came in a multi-pack. What else am I going to do with them? Besides, taking a pregnancy test is just fun, at least I think so.
I took another test. I didn't even have to wait the two minutes for results. The plus sign showed up right away. That's how many pregnancy hormones I have. Beware.
-Robyn
positively positive
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