Something Doesn't Feel Right

I should have known when I looked at the menu and fried clams looked good; I hate fried clams. I should of had a clue when I couldn't ride in the car without getting motion sickness (my dad would tell you that I've loved being in the car since birth). I should have figured something out when I was late; I've had my period for 16 years, I've never been late. You would have thought when I started to sleep in 'til 11:00, or when I felt nauseous a lot, either of those would have prompted me to take a pregnancy test, nope. It wasn't until John said, "Just take a test".

Week 5: Sunday morning- I decide to take a pregnancy test, to my surprise, it's positive. Still laying in bed, I run into the bedroom and tell John (he already knew). Not convinced that it's really true, I go and get another test; it's digital, so in my mind, it's more reliable. Again, another "pregnant" reading! Third time's a charm, I go and get a blood test. HCG level is 16,800. There's no doubt now- I'm brewing a bean!