Are you one of those people who have a knack for telling if someone is pregnant?
I mean, without first asking them when they're due and being embarrassed to high heaven when you realize what you thought was a baby protruding from their tummy isn't a baby at all?
I have a good friend (L.C.) who just always seems to know if someone is pregnant. I don't know how... she just does. I think she sometimes may even know before the mother does.
Another example is a pig farmer I know (yes, I know a pig farmer - I do live in Iowa) who told me he could tell I was pregnant by the look in my eye. I guess I had the same look as a pregnant sow. Wow. NEVER EVER tell a pregnant woman she reminds you of a sow. I would've kicked him if I thought I could manage to get my leg high enough off the ground to do any harm.
But man, I sure could've used that pig farmer this past week...
I have all the signs of being pregnant...
*I'm very, very, very tired. Very.
*I have to pee. All the time.
*I haven't gotten my peri*d yet (I normally get it when my babies are 4 months old... Tate's over 5).
*I've been a little queasy at times.
*It's the time of year that I would be in the early stages of pregnancy... remember that my children are all born between August 24 and September 3?
*Did I mention I'm tired? Well, I am.
I've been freaking out.
Here are the thoughts that have been running through my head...
"If we are pregnant, we'll have to buy a new car. At least a bigger SUV, if not a *gulp* minivan. Yikes."
"If it's a girl, we'll have to buy all new clothes since I sold all the girls' clothes on garage sales. And if it's a girl, can we fit another girl in Addie and Millie's room? Would that just be cruel?"
"I can barely keep up with 3 kids, let alone 4! We would have 4 kids under the age of 5! Is that ridiculous?!"
"My body can't be pregnant again. This 30-year-old can't handle it anymore. I don't want to sleep in a recliner again for several months and I definitely don't want to have to be pushed around in a wheelchair, which almost happened here."
"Plus, I sold all of my maternity clothes. I refuse to buy more. Ever."
"It's really not even possible, right? I mean, we've used protection every single time. But then again... look at Ross and Rachel..."
"And I definitely don't want to look like this again."
Remember this post where I said our family of 5 was now complete?
Well, what if God has a different idea of complete for our family?
If I am pregnant, this would definitely not be an "oops baby." There definitely was no "oops" involved. We have been very careful. Very.
It would definitely be a "miracle baby." Because I'd say a 0.1% chance is pretty much a miracle.
So, if I am pregnant, this baby will surely be special. And wanted. Just not expected. But then again, who expects a miracle?
I didn't want to take a pregnancy test. I didn't really want to know. But I just couldn't stand the suspense any longer.
I had Chad pick up a test on his way home from school. Then I did it. I took the test.
And the results...
Well, what do you think the results are? :)