Y'all know how stressed I’ve been the last few weeks about work so I weighed myself and was a little surprised that I was still 8.5 stone? Weight normally drops off me when I’m stressed.
I was due to come on soon so I put it down to that. At the beginning of this week mama heaven told me something was up as I was a little late (which I never am), and my boobs were very swollen. There was no way I could be pregnant as I had little somethin’ somethin’ to stop that happening. Hang on, could anything have changed since my punani operation?
I went into the shower and began thinking all sorts of things. Did they remove my contraception during operation and not tell me? Am I carrying a little bun? There was a whoooole lot of jiggy going on during the honeymoon and since we got back so there was plenty of fish in the sea!!! FUCK could I be? Ren had already gone to work so I decide to say nothing until later this evening.
I had driven to work with my hand break on and buggered my car so he picks me up from work. Still annoyed with myself about the handbrake, I tell him in the car park about my disappearing IUD. He is unsurprisingly cool as usual and I suggest we get test. My instinct had already told me that I'm pregnant but I just needed the proof.
It’s now 6.30pm and I'm staring down, watery eyed at what looks like a flat plastic tampon with lines inside little windows. Anyone who has had one of these in their hand knows exactly what I’m talking about. Well.... I didn’t even have to wait the length of time they suggest for the result. The window showed crystal clear that I was indeed pregnant........ 21.6.07
