Crazy ain’t it?
In hindsight, this makes total sense. The debilitating tiredness and the mood swings. The strange and overwhelming cravings for meat, and the breast tenderness. All month long, the boy’s been commenting that my boobs are looking bigger. At least now we know why.
Speaking of whom, he didn’t even flinch when I told him the news yesterday. I’d called him into the bathroom to show him the test. He stared at it for a second, and asked, “what am I looking for? There’s one dark line and one really light one. Does that mean you’re not pregnant?”
“No,” I replied. “There are two lines. It means that I am. It doesn’t matter how faint they are.”
“Huh.” It wasn’t a question, more like a sound. “Huh.” He said it again, and smiled a little smile.
“Are you happy?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, babe. I’m happy.” I put the test down on the bathroom vanity and reached out to him for a hug. We stood holding each other for a few minutes, letting the reality of this new development sink in. We haven’t been getting along lately – he said it was like I had PMS all the time. Hormones. Pregnancy. Duh.
It all makes sense now.