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Friday, April 1, 2011

Lesson #32: PREGNANT?!

As I'm sure you know, with marriage can come the chance of pregnancy.  I love babies and children, but I don't want one of my own quite yet.  Playing with babies is great.  When they start crying and you can't remedy the tears, you just pass them off to someone else.  It's the perfect situation for me right now.  Besides that, we want to make sure we are as ready as we possibly can be for a child, with full knowledge of the fact that you can never be fully ready.  As of right now, per our agreement, we have a little over four years before we plan on expanding our family.

Granted, God can give us a child when He sees fit.  Preventative steps are taken, but that doesn't mean anything when it comes to Him.  If He deems it appropriate for a little Griner, it'll happen no matter what.  Because of this, I take a pregnancy test every once in a while.  Better safe than ending up on TLC's "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" show.  I am not birthing a child while I'm on a toilet.

The time for a test came around, and I ended up taking it in the Old Chicago bathroom (we had a weird schedule that day).  I waited for the appropriate length of time, and then read the test.  From how I saw it, I was pregnant.  I can't even describe the waves of every kind of emotion that came crashing down inside me.  I saw Lyndon's face change the second he saw mine as I walked back to our booth.  For the next few hours, in between my hysterical good/bad tears, we talked about how our lives had to change.  On the way home, Lyndon asked me to pull out the directions for the test just to make sure.

I read it wrong.  I read a pregnancy test wrong because I didn't read the directions.  What kind of woman does that?!  A ridiculous one, that's who.  In between my hysterical good/bad tears (to this new news), Lyndon had already recovered and was making fun of me.

One of the most emotional, roller coaster days of my life was driven by my ignorance.  After everything though, I smile a little bit when I think of a little Lyndon.

Uh oh.

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