June 1, 2011 -- a Wednesday night
Ate a Spicy Italian from Subway and had immediate, terrible, unrelieving heartburn and nausea. Thought I had foot poisoning. After work, went home to meet the Boy after he came down to visit for the weekend.
June 2, 2011 -- a Thursday morning
Felt funny. Decided to use the last pregnancy test remaining. Positive. Showed the Boy; he tried to fight a smile. Called the doctor to schedule a urine and blood test. Realized I'm having a baby. Fought panic and joy. Hysterically happy. Told Boy's Mom.
June 3, 2011 - a Friday afternoon
Clinic never called back with pregnancy results; find out they won't be back until Monday, even though they said Friday morning. Boy trying to be in denial ("just in case" of a false positive). Got irritated. Bought 4 more pregnancy tests. All positive. He cried; I smiled and wanted to cry and felt like this is it. We're a family.
June 6, 2011 - a Monday afternoon
Arrive at work to a phone call; "Your pregnancy test was positive, but you're not very far along." That nagging little doubt disappears.
Welcome to my womb, child.
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