I thought it was a little odd that I spent all day Sunday throwing up and feeling generally awful. I had almost zero energy yesterday, too. I decided that while I was out at Giant Eagle last night picking up groceries, I should pick up a pregnancy test. I was scared to death about the possibilities of the results, but I figured it is better to know than to wait until you cannot guess anymore. So, I peed on the stick, praying for no news.
Well, the news is I am pregnant. I think it’s about time to find an OB-GYN.
Note: I tried (!!) to write a good April Fools’ Day joke that fit within my current weekend and illness, but clearly it missed the targets. Okay, actually, I did fool one person. I am NOT pregnant.