Test Results

So, I was sick with the flu a few week back, and though the majority of my symptoms went away, and I was feeling better, I was still exhausted everyday. Now, I am notorius for running myself into the ground and not realizing it until my body pretty much says " Excuse me crazy lady, but you're not wonder woman take a break!" So what do I do? I convince myself that it is a result of a dip in my physical activity and my energy is just low. Just be safe though, I head to the doctor's office just to make sure I am not still sick. So as all ladies know whenever you go into the Dr., they always ask you when your last period was. So I whip out my calendar on my phone and proceed to find the day highlighted for that joyous week of every month. Uhm.... it was back in August. So My mind starts cranking but I don't let it wander to much, I check in for my appointment and wait in the lobby purposely avoiding ther Parenting magazine, and read Sports Illustrated. So I go back I talk to the nurse she takes my blood pressure, it was low. Ok, keep in mind I am the model of perfect blood pressure. Then she asks me when my last cycle was and says the current days date aloud. Ok, light bulb. I can take a hint. My Doctor comes in tells me everything looks fine, and that just to be safe she'll put me on an antibiotic. At that point I chime in with "Uhm, I'm well.... a little late." She smiles and says, "I'll have the nurse bring you a cup. OOOOh congratulations!" What, congrats 'cause I'm not sick or because my and Dave's lives are forever about to change depending on the contents I am about to put in a cup?
So I provided the specimen and head home. The place was crazy and I swear the nurse told me I could leave. I get in my car and get a good 3 miles away when I get the call from my Doctor. Test results are positive! "Oh... ok. Nice!" I guess she wanted screaming or something, because she kept asking if I was ok, and if I needed to talk to come back . Lady I am going to have a baby. For nine months my body is not my own. For the rest of my life, I am going to be directly responsible for someone else. Oh, and maternity clothes don't run in longs, so what am I supposed to wear? That's a lot to digest while shifting car gears and trying to maneuver your way through rush hour traffic without speeding because you want to get home ASAP to tell your husband. So I get home and tell Dave that I don't have the flu but a zygote growing inside. He kept washing dishes and simply said "What did you say?" "You heard me, I don't know if I can say it out loud again. " So anyways, sweet moment alert. After I called the Dr.'s office to have the nurse give me the results on speakerphone, Dave says, " You know this moment is never going to happen again. Let just take a second and enjoy the moment" and then he said a prayer thanking God for our blessings, and me, and praying for mine and new additions' well being. Ok, I'll have my panic attack later, right now I am golden!