We definitely want a sibling for the Baby Bug. I’m an only child and I know how bad it sucks, and I don’t want that for her. Husband is in total agreement, and we kind of want to do it sooner rather than later since I’m not getting any younger and I really don’t want to be fat and pregnant and tired and old. So while we haven’t been trying exactly, we haven’t been preventing either.
I take a pregnancy test on a whim Friday night and it’s one of those digital ones. Rite Aid brand. It says PREGNANT. And I die.
I mean, we want another baby for sure. But do waves of joy wash over me? Maybe waves of panic.
Visions of months upon months of sleepless nights. Entertaining an almost two year old while nursing a newborn. Gaining forty pounds again. Pumping.
I takethe evidence downstairs to show my husband. His reaction is exactly mine, but unlike me, he doesn’t internalize it. I’m thinking, this next 8-9 months should be a pleasure. He grumbles about not being able to fit two carseats in his car.
I don’t quite trust the test that it really could have been accurate, so I take the other test in the box. PREGNANT. Again. OMG. I open the Pinterest app on my iPhone and start pinning nursery ideas.
The tests are Rite Aid brand. I mean, they are probably wrong, right? So Saturday, I return to Rite Aid, but leave instead with ClearBlue Easy tests. Digital ones again. Double the price of the Rite Aid ones, so doubly accurate, I would think. I pee on both of those and get…. NOT PREGNANT. I can’t really deal with these tests at this point and tell my husband I need to go to the doctor Monday and find out what the hell is going on.
Two PREGNANTs and two NOT PREGNANTs. I’m googling “how common are false positives” and “generic vs. name brand pregnancy tests” and of course finding nothing conclusive. Because I can’t wait until Monday, I go to Rite Aid once a third time to try a First Response non-digital, one-line or two-lines test. I literally am out at the store the second I wake up and don’t even pee first, so that I have the most potent, non-diluted pee possible for the stick. Run home, take it, and one line. Not pregnant.
So, I go to bed tonight probably not pregnant but not quite sure. After getting the one-line this morning, Husband and I chat it up over Cheerios and OJ. He shares that while he of course wants another baby, he is enjoying the Buggy Baby so much that he doesn’t want us to have to divide our love and attention just yet. I mean, if I really am pregs, I think my due date would be sometime around September. Maybe October. Bug Bugs would be a year and 8 months-ish. Still so little. And if we have Buggy 2.0, he/she would need pretty much all my attention for a few months and poor little Baby Bugs would be watching a lot of Bubble Guppies.
Tomorrow I’ll go to the doctor and see wtf. And if I’m not pregnant, I’m writing to Rite Aid and telling them to step up their pregnancy test game. And if I am pregnant: Pinterest. And mentally preparing for another year of not sleeping.