It was November 1, 2008 and our one and only son (at the time) was 6 months old. During that previous week I had been anticipating my period. There was no doubt in my mind that it would not arrive. Why would I even feel the slightest bit of doubt when I had been cramping and experiencing the typical symptoms of PMS?
My husband and I had laughed and joked about being pregnant again. We both agreed, “It’s not possible! But wouldn’t it be funny?!” We were not taking this thing seriously.
I had actually taken a pregnancy test a few days prior to receiving that unforgettable news. I'm on the cheap side and took my frugal ass to the dollar store around the corner from our house and purchased one test. Great deal!
I paid $1.08 for a piece of equipment that held our fate.
I went home and like a trained animal, sat my happy ass on the toilet and peed in the cup, only to have to use that damn dropper and drop 2 tiny dabs of urine on the test. I flushed, washed my hands and waited. Moments later, the test showed me what I already knew... I was not harboring a tiny seed that would later develop into a fist sized, kicking fetus. Sweet! 
But a few days later, still no sign of that damn “Aunt Flo”! Any other time I couldn’t stand that heifer, but at that moment in time, I needed her to make her grand entrance. It was then that I became worried, so I proceeded to inform my husband of the missing period. We could have put an APB out on the missing period, but we took immediate action and wasted no time, hopped in his “bucket” with our 6 month old son and drive to Wal-Mart to purchase every pregnancy test know to man. We must have purchased 5 boxes of the things; one line or two, happy face/sad face, and my favorite, the digital.
I wanted something that would clearly state, "Bitch you are pregnant or bitch you ain't!"
We even went back to the same dollar store with $1.08 in hand to purchase yet another of the money saving tests; just to see if you get what you pay for.
Once we made it home, I threw in the Knocked Up DVD and watched the scene where Allison raids the local market for pregnancy tests and goes home to pee on every last one of them. As I watched it, my husband and I laughed our asses off! Watching this actually put us both in a state of calm before the damn storm. We psyched ourselves up, fueling our minds with thoughts that we desperately wanted to believe to be true.
“That won’t be us, we won’t have to worry about another baby!”
After pumping myself up, I peed on the cheap-o-test. No sooner had I wiped, two dark lines appeared. I cried. These were not the tears of happiness mind you. The emotion that ran from my head to my toes was of utter panic. In my mind I thought and hoped like I never had before, that the cheap test was false; I just took one a few days ago and it came out negative. I then took out the digital test, the most reliable test. This one would NOT fail. As we waited, staring at the circling hour glass, I kept thinking how my life would drastically change with not just two kids, but two under the age of two.
As I put my brain on hold from the incessant worry, I noticed that the digital read out said PREGNANT. That’s when I lost it. Panic and fear set in immediately. My husband gazed in my non-hopeful, watery brown eyes and said, “Babies are miracles!”
I thought to myself, that while babies are miracles, it was too damn soon to have another miracle 14 months later! Sweet Jesus! How are we going to afford another child? We'll have to worry about the cost of daycare, diapers, possibly formula, doctors visits, clothes and everything else we haven't yet encountered.
After wiping the tears, the only thing I could do at that point was to hug my 6 month old son and enjoy him while he's still the only child, because the three of us were about to embark on the wildest roller coaster of our lives!
From getting married in 2007, finding out we're pregnant 3 months later, to having a 6 month old and then finding out we're expecting yet again. As of now, there is no sign of my life slowing down...
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