Sunday, July 17, 2005

Finding Out

Knowing we were thinking of trying for a baby in June, I bought a pregnancy test at Walgreen's. The 18-year-old kid at the checkout gave me the bag and said, "Good luck." That made me laugh. Today we were at Whole Foods doing the week's shopping. Drew hugged me on the escalator and my boobs (small as they are) were sore and I was a few days late. So while Drew unpacked the groceries I took one of the tests. I ran into the kitchen and said, "Drew, what does this mean?" He said, "What are you doing? What is this, a pregnancy test? I think these lines mean you're preggers!" Oh boy.

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