A few months ago I started feeling very tired. Like, so tired I thought I might die. A sort of tired I’ve never experienced before. I started sleeping more, but it didn’t help. The tiredness continued and soreness and nausea started about two weeks later. After a few weeks of feeling crummy, my friend suggested I might be pregnant. Um…no. I dismissed her suggestion time and time again. Then one morning I threw up. Could I be? No. Probably just the flu.
While out running errands that day, I picked up a pregnancy test. It was terribly embarrassing because I was very certain it would be negative.
Later that day I was on the phone with Peter (who was in Switzerland) and I took the test. It turned positive right away. I laughed, and told Peter what I had just done. He laughed. Clearly I had purchased a faulty test. We both brushed it off, convinced it was incorrect.
I was out shopping with the same friend later that day, and told her what I had done. She marched me straight to Target to get another test (actually, four more tests). I took them right there in the Target bathroom. Sure enough, positive.