For many, the colorful indication that you’re pregnant is a joyful one. You have all your ducks in a row: first came love, then marriage, and now the baby carriage, obviously.
Then there are the surprise pregnancies. And the totally unplanned “oops” ones — the one night stands. (We’ve all seen Knocked Up, right?)
I got pregnant a few months into a new relationship. The guy took off, but now I have an awesome 8-year-old all to myself.
My original thoughts wavered between denial, joy, fear, excitement, anger, rage, confusion, happiness … and love. Warm love. A love that filled me. Literally.
Here, a mixed reaction to those crystal clear blue lines …
Whoop whoop! My man has super sperm!
What the hell?! We have a 13-month-old in the crib. Damn you, hubby!
Never underestimate parents’ night out and four bottles of wine.
At last! A miracle! Thank you God! Praise!
Oh crap. What was his name? Was it bar guy? Converse sneaker guy? I think it was stock broker guy. Suddenly, sex in the city is not so sexy, Carrie Bradshaw!
Should we paint the nursery lemon meringue yellow, sunshine yellow, bundt cake yellow, or starry night yellow. SO MANY YELLOWS! Squeeeeee!
Do I want a baby? Can I handle a baby? I’m a baby! Mommmmmmmy.
Damn my boobs hurt.
Hold that thought — I have to vomit.
Top baby names: Levi, Marlo, Dylan, Mia, Tyler, Rose, and Leo.
Hell yeah! It’s babymoon time! Aruba here we come! Whoop whoop!