Yesterday I felt nauseated a couple of times. It was distinct enough that I thought "could it be?" I am taking a supplement that would not be good if I was pregnant so I thought I better make sure. Phil, Eden, and I headed over to Target. Now you have to know that the Target pharmacy is able to stay in business because of our family's pharmaceutical needs alone. We know these guys and they know us. It really shouldn't matter but I felt really silly carrying in my 4 1/2 month old baby to buy a pregnancy test. Of course those items are shelved right in front of the pharmacy. In we go, heads held high (but relieved that we were undetected nonetheless). Then there are the questions. Do we get the double pack, triple pack, or single pack? Is the generic as accurate as the name brand? After a decision is made we go about our other bit of shopping (needed to get the dark chocolate Raisinets just in case I AM pregnant and I need something to console me... I mean with which to celebrate). As we approach the check out my anxiety of "how does this look to be buying a prego test while I have this infant in my arms" returns. Just then, Eden comes through and spits up all over. Darn, I left the burp rag in the car! "Phil, why don't you just check out and I'll take Eden out to the car and get her cleaned up." :) YES, it worked! I was spared the embarrassment of checking out. What a good man I married!
Oh, and the Raisinets remain unopened.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Pregnant Again?
Posted by highdeekay at 2:31 PM
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You did marry a good man.
Holy crap, Heidi. That is a bad scare to have when your baby is only 4.5 months old. But I guess if you want a big fam, you gotta get the party started. For now, I am glad that the raininets remain unopened... :)
I am also having a similar "situation." Although, my embarrassment doesn't come from having a new baby, but mostly my age and my high blood pressure. I am a "Red" chart patient. I get the feeling when I am at my doctor's office that they wonder why I am even trying to get preganant. My Blood Pressure was 170/100 yesterday. I don't know if I am pregnant and I want to console myself with a box of something along the Raisinets line, but I am a walking heart attack. Yikes!
Not fun. I was actually called "elderly" and of course they wanted to do all kinds of genetic testing on me and the baby so I could make a "choice." I declined because it wouldn't have changed whether I kept her! It was just annoying to be considered so "special" and "at risk."
I hope to hear the end of this frightening story, and I promise not to send it through the VM pipeline.
And by the way, thank you for saying "nauseated" instead of "nauseous." That is one of my pet peeves.
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