Yeah. We did the business that Sunday night. When it came around to Tuesday, I felt so sluggish that I didn't even want a repeat. Sad? We'll get to that.
By Wednesday, I felt a change. My boobs felt like they were stuffed to their capacity with Jacks. You remember those, right? Jacks?
The only thing that seems to help is wearing a super tight bra on all of the super tight settings. Yeah. I enabled the back-fat to ensure my upstairs-girlie-parts were secured. It helps. A lot. If it gets worse, I think I'll upgrade to wearing a sports bra. Also.
Additionally, my hips felt like someone had taken a giant wrench and twisted my legs backwards in the sockets. They hurt deep inside - where continual rubbing just doesn't help. Trust me. It doesn't help.
(Who am I fooling? My boobs and my hips STILL feel like that.)
Fast-forward to two days ago. . . I woke up and peed on a stick. When I saw the results, I peed on four more. I'll just tell you. . . I have peed on a stick every day since. I'm not sure why I expected a different result. Insanity? Brick wall?
It is very uncommon to have a false positive. It is even more UN-possible to have five. Or, seven. Just sayin'.
So. . . you see this:
HOLY SHIT! SCREAM BECAUSE YOU AREN'T SURE WHAT TO SAY!
And then, don't do what I did and throw the stick at your Hub. It's not celebratory and frankly, you just PEED ON THAT!
Now, you should probably call your OB-GYN. They will likely make an appointment for you around your sixth week. They will perform a standard Pap to ensure there isn't anything irregular and then they will likely run an early ultrasound to ensure that your little lump of cells is attached in a good place. So, let's hurry up and wait together!
REVIEW: Boobs filled with jacks, Hips experiencing exorcist-like contortion pain, FATIGUE!! Along with a positive test, it's time to call the doctor!
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