Over the summer, I experienced a bunch of strange health and behaviour problems. I had perma belly bloat, dry land sea sickness, anger management issues, and an intense month long lady moon time. I was weak, so very weak, and pissed at Chris 24/7. Poor guy.
I told anyone who would listen about my issues and 80% of the time people were like, pregnant this, pregnant that...
Raelene was all, “You could be pregnant.”
Kim was like, “I know someone who had their period while they were pregnant.”
Mom said, “You might be pregnant! When am I going to have a grandchild? Hah?!” (Mind you, mom says that every single time I see her.)
I even saw my family doctor who asked, “Is it possible you’re pregnant?”
Anyways, each time I’d be like, “Nah, man, that ain’t me.”
Finally, Babil, who is studying to be a midwife, suggested I take a pregnancy test like 3-4 times. I thought to myself, the universe is trying to tell me something. So I took one, then another, and another, and one last one.
Yeah, so it turns out, I’m pregnant! Obviously, right?! I can’t believe I went all that time without cluing in. I’m so happy to share the news and share this experience!