Well, I had no plans on getting pregnant. I had gone to the grocery store to buy some potatoes for dinner, and had been feeling pretty emotional the past few days, figured it was PMS. But out of the blue, the thought just occurs to me, "Penny, you should buy a pregnancy test" Well, shit. I'm not the kind of girl who panics over this kind of thing, or over thinks it. It just...came to me. Scary.
So, Potatoes forgotten, I go to the pharmacy, and whisper (no kidding, whisper, like I would evoke some sort of fertility god or something) that I needed a pregnancy test. The pharmacist looks at me like I'm crazy, and sells the cheapest one they had (as per my request). I get home, take the test, and what do you know.
So I call OH at work to find out what time he was getting back. I pace the apartment, with a constant "omigod, omigod, omigod" going through my head. I mean, I'm 28 years old, I knew what could happen when I do it, but frankly, I didn't think I could get pregnant. I figured when the time came I'd have quite the uphill battle. So Mat gets home, and he says to me "so you're pregnant, huh?" I didn't even have a chance to tell him, he already knew! Call it intuition or something, but he knew before I did. We were happy,though, after the initial shock of it all. Still are.
And thats my story.
p.s. we ordered in. No potatoes that night.