Where to start...
It was Sunday August 6th and we had just been at the shore for the weekend. We were leaving for a trip to California on the 8th, and my period was already a week late. I figured it would be the responsible thing to do to take a pregnancy test, and so I did - negative! Phew. Crisis averted. (also, hilarious Snapchat sent of said negative test, along with several "Thank the Lord" bitmojis attached!)
California was a drunken mess. We got home, and now my period was two weeks late.
The following weekend we were celebrating my 36th birthday with friends: brunch in Hoboken, a quick stop at the bar for a 1-year old's birthday party, then into the city to go to my favorite German beer hall - Zum Schneider. I wasn't about to let my period being almost 3 weeks late put a damper on that ;) haha. There was no shortage of drinks. Everyone had a great time (and apparently I confided in a friend that I thought I might be pregnant...more on that later...)
The next week I was making plans for a trip to Ohio in mid-September and was texting with a friend. I told her I still hadn't gotten my period (she was one of the lucky recipients of the first Snapchat). She insisted I take another. I did what responsible adults do: ordered a $6 two-pack off of Amazon.
Friday rolls around and being that it was the last Friday in August, my office was dead. I left early and strolled into the house around 4:30. Brian immediately suggests going to Morristown for happy hour and dinner! I think this is a great idea, but... I should probably do the responsible thing and open that package from Amazon to double check...
We head to the upstairs master bathroom where I proceed to pee into a Solo cup. Dip the tip of the stick in... and well, crap. Two lines. I immediately Snapchat a picture to 3 of my best friends. I'm freaking out. Two of the three are ecstatic. The third was on a plane and wouldn't see it for a few more hours. Text messages are flying around like crazy. I honestly don't even know how to react to this. I can't even remember Brian's reaction because I was so wrapped up in it all. Not believing the first test was real, I went back upstairs and took the 2nd. Again, two lines. The freak out continues...
I've now calmed down enough to realize I'm hungry. If you know me, no amount of anything keeps me from eating. We decided on Indian food and headed out of the house. The only parts of dinner I remember was talking to the owner of the restaurant.
Still unsure of my $6 two-pack, we stopped at Walgreens for a 3rd test on the drive home - I mean, those cannot be reliable, right? Again, up to the bathroom. I barely finished peeing on the stick when the + sign came up. Well, shit. I think this is really happening.
The following weekend we were celebrating my 36th birthday with friends: brunch in Hoboken, a quick stop at the bar for a 1-year old's birthday party, then into the city to go to my favorite German beer hall - Zum Schneider. I wasn't about to let my period being almost 3 weeks late put a damper on that ;) haha. There was no shortage of drinks. Everyone had a great time (and apparently I confided in a friend that I thought I might be pregnant...more on that later...)
The next week I was making plans for a trip to Ohio in mid-September and was texting with a friend. I told her I still hadn't gotten my period (she was one of the lucky recipients of the first Snapchat). She insisted I take another. I did what responsible adults do: ordered a $6 two-pack off of Amazon.
Friday rolls around and being that it was the last Friday in August, my office was dead. I left early and strolled into the house around 4:30. Brian immediately suggests going to Morristown for happy hour and dinner! I think this is a great idea, but... I should probably do the responsible thing and open that package from Amazon to double check...
We head to the upstairs master bathroom where I proceed to pee into a Solo cup. Dip the tip of the stick in... and well, crap. Two lines. I immediately Snapchat a picture to 3 of my best friends. I'm freaking out. Two of the three are ecstatic. The third was on a plane and wouldn't see it for a few more hours. Text messages are flying around like crazy. I honestly don't even know how to react to this. I can't even remember Brian's reaction because I was so wrapped up in it all. Not believing the first test was real, I went back upstairs and took the 2nd. Again, two lines. The freak out continues...
I've now calmed down enough to realize I'm hungry. If you know me, no amount of anything keeps me from eating. We decided on Indian food and headed out of the house. The only parts of dinner I remember was talking to the owner of the restaurant.
Still unsure of my $6 two-pack, we stopped at Walgreens for a 3rd test on the drive home - I mean, those cannot be reliable, right? Again, up to the bathroom. I barely finished peeing on the stick when the + sign came up. Well, shit. I think this is really happening.
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