Today I found out I’m pregnant with our second little Bubba Smooch.
Wednesday May 11th. I just spent the last 13 hours on set shooting a TV commercial. It’s a funny coincidence, because I found out I was pregnant with Rhys right after a shoot as well.
What’s not-so-funny is that I had taken a pregnancy test 4 days earlier because it was Mother’s Day and I wanted a glass of wine, and the test came up with a sad one-pink-line NOT PREGNANT. So I had a glass of wine. And I let Warren know that we’re out of luck this month.
Cut to the end of our shoot day. I’m rushing in the door at 8pm, I have to pee SO BAD, and I’m craving the post-shoot celebratory chilled glass of white wine and a taped episode of Survivor. But aunt flow hasn’t shown up yet, so as I fumble to get my pants down before I pee my pants, I’m also fumbling to open the damn wrapper on the damn second pregnancy test from the two-pack I bought. I barely get it ‘in place’ in time. Place it on the counter, enjoy the relief I’m feeling and get up to wash my hands. I glance down. TWO pink lines. T-W-O. TWO. Pregnant.
I’m not proud of the thought process that followed...GULP. WTF? The first test was WRONG? Sharp pang of happiness ripples through my heart. Then – Crap! I can’t have a glass of wine tonight.
Warren was sitting in bed, looking exhausted. I hadn’t even said hi yet (due to the urgent need to pee).
Warren: So, I’m going to see a movie, Thor, with Martin and Daryl in a few minutes, is that cool?
Amanda: Yup. But I just need to tell you that the pregnancy test I took before was wrong, because aunt flow didn’t come today and I just took a test because I wanted some wine and we’re pregnant.
His jaw literally dropped. It was cartoon like. We were both in shock. Honestly.
Not because we didn’t want this, or didn’t expect it. But we’d made peace with the negative pregnancy test. We had more time to mentally prepare for this leap we were preparing to take. Instead of a January baby, we were now going to try for a February baby. Fab! February is a great month for a birthday.
But now, I look forward to the magical little January baby we’re going to meet. Besides, January is the PERFECT month for a birthday, if you ask me.
What’s not-so-funny is that I had taken a pregnancy test 4 days earlier because it was Mother’s Day and I wanted a glass of wine, and the test came up with a sad one-pink-line NOT PREGNANT. So I had a glass of wine. And I let Warren know that we’re out of luck this month.
Cut to the end of our shoot day. I’m rushing in the door at 8pm, I have to pee SO BAD, and I’m craving the post-shoot celebratory chilled glass of white wine and a taped episode of Survivor. But aunt flow hasn’t shown up yet, so as I fumble to get my pants down before I pee my pants, I’m also fumbling to open the damn wrapper on the damn second pregnancy test from the two-pack I bought. I barely get it ‘in place’ in time. Place it on the counter, enjoy the relief I’m feeling and get up to wash my hands. I glance down. TWO pink lines. T-W-O. TWO. Pregnant.
I’m not proud of the thought process that followed...GULP. WTF? The first test was WRONG? Sharp pang of happiness ripples through my heart. Then – Crap! I can’t have a glass of wine tonight.
Warren was sitting in bed, looking exhausted. I hadn’t even said hi yet (due to the urgent need to pee).
Warren: So, I’m going to see a movie, Thor, with Martin and Daryl in a few minutes, is that cool?
Amanda: Yup. But I just need to tell you that the pregnancy test I took before was wrong, because aunt flow didn’t come today and I just took a test because I wanted some wine and we’re pregnant.
His jaw literally dropped. It was cartoon like. We were both in shock. Honestly.
Not because we didn’t want this, or didn’t expect it. But we’d made peace with the negative pregnancy test. We had more time to mentally prepare for this leap we were preparing to take. Instead of a January baby, we were now going to try for a February baby. Fab! February is a great month for a birthday.
But now, I look forward to the magical little January baby we’re going to meet. Besides, January is the PERFECT month for a birthday, if you ask me.
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