Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Basket Case

It's been a minute since my last confession...er, um....BLOG!

I never told anybody the story of the day Reggie and I found out we were going to be parents. I will try and keep it short to keep your attention....and mine!

08/09/10: I had just gotten a promotion at work. Reggie claimed I was acting "funny". And not "Funny Ha Ha". He meant "Emotional basket case, words that were irrelevant to conversations FLYING out of my mouth, certifiably funny".

He asked me if it were possible I could be pregnant. I said, "I don't know!" He insisted we go to CVS and get a test. I told him I wasn't wasting my money and if HE wanted me to take one HE had to buy it. (I know how this looks. Read above. Certifiable.)

I came out of our bathroom to wait the suggested 2 minutes for the results. I pranced/skipped in the living room and asked Reggie if he wanted to look at it together (in that mocking, bitchy, it's not positive voice). He said, "Just go get it!" So...I GOT IT ALRIGHT!

After I picked my face up off of the floor, I walked into the living room looking like I saw a ghost. He said, "What? What does it say?!" I handed it to him. "I'm pregnant." He grabbed me and hugged me.

In all of my insanity and thinking unreasonably, (even now) Reggie still hugs me. He still tries REALLY hard to make me feel better. In all of my sobbing, ugly break downs. In all of my lying around the house, looking like death warmed over. In all of my fit throwing, happy one second, crying the next...he still hugs me. Maybe we are both certifiable. :)

2 comments:

  1. You mean women are emotional !?!?

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  2. Pregnancy works OPPOSITE on me...I am actually more sane pregnant than not! Hmmm...what does that say about me? LOL! I think that my hubby prefers the Pregnant Tamara!

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