the night after we confirmed, by peeing on a stick, coco's existence and imminent arrival, we went out to dinner for our anniversary, during which, over fondue (www.gadesfondues.com), we had one of many what-are-we-going-to-do conversations. well!, we agreed, first we need to find out if it's true, if the pregnancy test is right, right?so, the next morning, i called the doctor's office and asked to make an appointment. "what for?", asked the receptionist, dryly. "i need to know if i'm really pregnant", i responded, voice and hands trembling. "what makes you think you're pregnant?", asked the receptionist, irritatedly. "the pregnancy test i bought at the pharmacy was positive", i explained, eyes welling up. "well then, you're pregnant, aren't you? what do you want to see the doctor for?", she said matter-of-factly, slapping me with her spanish (from spain) tone. "um...", i said, looking around, trying to find the words that were cruelly hiding from me at the moment. i panicked and hung up.
wow. home pregnancy tests are that accurate.
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