My husband and I had dinner at home and I had the table set and candles lit. He grilled the chicken I marinated and then we sat down to eat. I made a little bit of a show of shaking out my napkin (cloth) and putting it on my lap. Jay did the same. Out fell two pregnancy tests. Jay looked at me, “I don’t know what this means.” He said.
“You don’t know what it means?!?!?” I exclaimed. “Well, you could look at them or you could just assume that those wouldn’t normally be in your napkin if they didn’t mean anything.”
Thus begins our journey along the waters that are foreign to us.
I’ve been really sick. Sick, Sick. Sick. I’ve only vomited once since this all began and it was the result of chewy chicken that caused me to dry heave into the oblivion of vomiting. I haven’t felt well at all. I spend days on the couch. Yes, I’m working while I’m on the couch but it takes every ounce of determination to get up and go to work on the days I’m expected in the office or at meetings or at events.
Today I am seven weeks, three days. We will be first time parents on or around June 8th.