The 20 Something Diaries: The Scare

This past month has been a little stressful for me. Not because I've been so busy or anything, but mostly because I spent half of the month trying to decipher (without Googling) some 'symptoms' I was experiencing. These symptoms were unusual and pretty much pointed to only one thing. I texted back in forth with a close friend, asking what about this, what about that, only to hear the same response every time. "Take a pregnancy test!" Oh those dreaded words.

When the timing isn't right, those are the last words you want to hear; hence why I avoided Google, WebMD, and other likely sources to give me their pushy one word answer. After weeks of debating and honestly avoiding the topic, I couldn't take the purgatory of not knowing. I stopped by the grocery store on my way home from work last week. I wandered the aisles aimlessly, even texting my friend (like she knows my store's layout); "Are pregnancy tests on the diaper aisle? The tampon aisle? Are they with medicines?"

I was desperate, and sort of embarrassed, so I waited for my friend's unhelpful response "Um, I don't know," before I asked for help.

I mumbled to the woman at the pharmacy counter "Do you know where pregnancy tests are?"

"Oh, they keep them behind the customer service counter." She replied in the most non-chalant tone, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I'm having a mild stroke on the other side of her counter.

I finally make my way through the line of people filling out Western Union forms, past the small talk with a friend who just so happens to work at this store, and stand face to face with the woman who is in charge of deciding which test will work best to determine my fate. I tell her to just give me the cheapest one but at the insistence of the woman behind me who "has five kids and only uses that one," I am sold a digital test. Ok, simple enough.

I get home and to Kristian's comedic relief, I pull out the test and declare that I am going to find out once and for all! I head to my bathroom, and can I just say, it is so mean of these tests to make a woman hold her pee then put this little stick in an indestructible plastic wrapper. After three agonizing minutes I watch as the digital reader beeps.... 'Not Pregnant."

THANK GOD! Oh the relief! Of course, my immediate reaction is to open the bottle of wine I bought at the same time as the test (just in case things did work out this way!). I pour myself a glass and figure those symptoms were just regular old stress telling me to take it down a notch. My body has the funniest way of trying to get me not to stress out. Mother nature is also quite the comedian herself. If I had waited to take that test just one more day I would have had my answer. But, that's the fun in life, so many unexpected turns!

But enough about me how was your week?