My friend, Jen who-is-not-Aaron’s-sister (WINAS), is pregnant. She is already 15 weeks. I keep meaning to post it, but with L as busy as he is, it’s hard to find time to write about stuff that’s already happened.
Anyway, she was at my house when she found out. It’s been a while, but I think the conversation went something like this.
Jen: “I am sooo tired today. I’ve been tired the last few days.”
(This after she’s been feeling “yucky” on and off for the past week or so.)
Me: “Um, you’re not pregnant are you?”
Jen: “Well, I don’t remember when I last had a period.”
(We figured it out and I won’t tell you dates here, but needless to say, it was long enough.)
Me: “Dude, that was like six weeks ago.”
Jen: “Really? That long? I was planning to test on Friday, but I don’t think I am.”
Me: “Uh….yeah. Don’t you keep track?”
Jen: “No. You REALLY think I could be?”
I went to do some calculations on the computer to check dates. As I sat down, my computer flashed a pic of her pregnant with her first at her baby shower. My heart jumped and I gasped. She caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, but didn’t say anything.
Me: “Umm…you’re way too late not to be pregnant.”
Jen: “Well, I was going to test on Friday.”
Me: “Well, I just happen to have a test upstairs if you want to take it. But I’m not trying to pressure you.”
Jen: “No, I’ll just wait until Friday.”
Me: “Ok.”
Jen: “Ok, I guess I could take it.”
I made a mad dash up the stairs. I was a little excited. I just KNEW she was pregnant. She took the test and came out to wait the allotted time.
Jen: “I think I did it wrong.”
Me: “I have to go to the bathroom. Do you want me to look or not look.”
Jen: “You can look, but when I was pregnant with Jules it didn’t show up until I was seven weeks.”
Me: “There’s a LINE! You are SO pregnant.”
I think I screamed. Then we jumped up and down and hugged.
Jen: “What if I did it wrong?”
She went and bought two more tests. Both positive.
Baby is due in early Feb. Hmmm…perhaps the 2nd?
