Sunday, February 05, 2006

Three weeks five days pregnant
(keeping in mind that the counting starts at the date of your last menstrual period, not the date you conceived the baby... LMP was Jan 10, ovulated and conceived ~ Jan 24).


Well, see...

Kris and I are adopting a male boxer named Boston. He's a flashy fawn, and he's about five weeks old, we get him FRIDAY. I'm ecstatic.

However.... the "affordability" of this dog came into question these last few days, considering a slight hCG elevation on my behalf.

For those of you that don't know what that means, it's the hormone in your body that makes two lines show up on a pregnancy test. And for those of you that don't know what two lines mean, it means YOUSE GONNA A DADDY, DAWG. Anywhoo, here's the story.



Kris and I got married and went on our honeymoon. Now, the time of month that a woman can get pregnant every month happens when she ovulates, which is in between periods. I mean, it's basically two days that you're fertile. Well, the honeymoon was January 22nd thru January 25th, and I ov-you-mah-lated on the 24th. And we didn't use any kind of birth control method. And we all know what happens on your honeymoon. You don't get naked, you get NEKKID. A LOT. So anyway, about a week and a half passed and I was feeling a bit queasy, and I don't feel queasy very often. So we went out and got a box of First Response tests. Three. And the last two tests had a FAINT line. Now, a lot of the time, a faint line is a line. I mean, a line is a line is a line is a line. You know?


But we wanted to be fool-proof. So we got one of those expensive digital ones. THESE tests, it either says "pregnant" or "not pregnant". There is no "maybe" readout. So I peed on yet another stick (well no, I peed in another container because I have bad aim, and then I put the stick in the container), and waited, and waited, and waited. And you'll never guess what that damn digital readout said. Well, seeing as how you're reading this, you can probably guess. Let's just say that there was not a "not".

SO, now I have to make an appointment to get my coochie-coo looked at. And pee in yet another freakin cup. And all that great stuff. But hey, everyone loves having their vaginas looked at, right? Hehe.

But if you guys could please just keep this under wraps, seeing as how MY mom doesn't know yet (and I have a creative way to tell her), that'd be GRAAAYT. I'll post and let y'all know when I know for sure that I'm poppin a bebe out.

Until then, Kris and I are going to practice for the next one, and give the current one a really good show.


Much love
Sunny NOW OFFICIALLY Wallace

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