Surprise Surprise!

I found out I was pregnant in Dec. of 2008. It was right around Christmas time. First off let me say I have PCOS with means I’m super irregular, but anyways I took a test because I had one lying around and it came out positive, although I didn’t know it. See I had thrown away the box…and I can read a pregnancy test just fine, but there was that whole denial thing working against me in my head. So I went up to Walgreens to pick up a prescription and stopped in the family planning isle and took a look at the box…yup positive, so I did what any sane unmarried *at the time* woman would do, I bought 5 more and got my butt over to urgent care. Yes, that’s right. I took 5 pregnancy tests at various stops on the way and at urgent care and then after they all confirmed what the first test told me, I paid a 50 dollar co-pay for the doctor to look at me like I was crazy and allow me to pee in their wonderfully cheap plastic cups which turned out to be, what do ya know positive! They did give me a nice little piece of paper saying “your diagnosis: pregnant” because 7 tests and a Dr.’s visit wasn’t enough for me *yes I requested it*. Adam *now husband just to clarify yet again* worked and lived about 40 minutes away, and yes he was coming over that night, but no, it couldn’t wait and no, I wouldn’t tell him over the phone. Poor guy thought I was driving 40 minutes to break up with him…anyways I walked in said hi and handing him my “diagnosis.” All he said for 20 minutes was “wow.” He came over that night we talked about it and our lives have never been the same.