So last night I told my husband that I wouldn’t proceed with this new job idea – no trips to Amsterdam because a tiny little something was growing inside me. He wasn’t exactly excited. More scared as shit to be honest. Yet this is not something you can get to any compromises.
I would never have been able to get rid of it and not go mental myself so for me the choice was pretty straight forward. And I knew if it would be there he would love it as much as he does the other two. That was very clear to me. My brother is 10 years younger than me and my husband is 13 years younger than his sister. It seemed a bit like a pattern.
Anyway this afternoon for probably the 25th time I opened the drawer with the test stick and for some reason I actually read the prescription text from A-Z and by the time I am done I read it one more time and then yet one more time and then I think WTF.
Two stripes means NOT pregnant and a + and minus symbol are pregnant. What a joke…I am sooooo so stupid. Learning for next time: Take a test with an electronic display that leaves zero room for interpretation :-)
So much for putting your own life upside down and everyone around you.
At least everyone knew again that they were alive :=)
P.S. There are times when you look backwards, and you see the pieces fall together. I am writing the first few months of this blog by going back in time.
It all started with a series of events that caused me to do some serious thinking about my personal life and my personal contributions. To warn you the first two months of this blog journey, it is all about me… It is my personal story, and I will not at all be offended if you don’t care :-)
It took me two months to formulated my long term goals and yet another month to understand what I want to bring to this world.
