We were going to a nice restaurant for my best friend’s bachelorette party and she put me in this horrible, hideous black sequence dress. I kept complaining telling her I was fat and tired and all I wanted to go home and go to sleep. Well, in my dream I was five months pregnant. I’ve always had out of this world, weird dreams. Then I woke up.
Well on the 1st I impatiently took a pregnancy test, and well, I got a HUGE UGLY BIG FAT NEGATIVE. I pretty much had given up and since I read online woman should wait until Miss Mother Nature was supposed to come, then test. I had fully anticipated to do this, until I had this dream.
I had this urge to get up and run to the store. While looking up a recipe for cookies to make for Chris's uncle John's birthday I contemplated getting another pregnancy test while getting my cookie supplies.
Well, I held my bladder so I could still use first morning urine and rushed home from the store to pee on that darn stick. And this was my result:
Chris was in shock and told me I should take another one in a week just to be sure. Then he told me “Start taking your pre-natals” and “You’ll start to feel flutters like you have gas.” LOL