Laundromats and Pregnancy Tests

A year ago we found out I was pregnant with Ivy. I had started suspecting I was pregnant for about a week and found myself waiting it out until I could no longer silence that nagging voice in my head telling me to take a pregnancy test. In my infinite wisdom I decided I didn’t want to bring it to my husbands attention until I was certain, but it’s not easy being secretive when you live in a 20m2 flat, which we were at the time. Luckily for me it was laundry day so I surprised my husband by offering to take the laundry over to the laundromat while he showered in exchange though he would have to switch the load into the dryer. Once I had started the machines I walked over to the pharmacy and picked up a pregnancy test, successfully completing part one of my plan.

By the time the laundry was done and ready to be switched over to the dryers Boby had just gotten out of the shower but he asked me to go and switch the laundry because he wanted to cut his toe nails… THIS DID NOT FIT INTO MY PLAN! I was completely taken aback and responded with some form of aggressively that the situation definitely did not call for and slammed the door on my way  out much to my husbands dismay and utter bafflement. Finally what felt like hours later the drying cycle was finished and Boby left to get the laundry. I hurriedly rushed to the bathroom and forced myself to pee on the wee stick and wait. I didn’t have to wait very long the two pink lines showed almost immediately. I sat there staring at that little pink line, my heart pounding against my rib cage. I felt excitement laced with nervousness and overwhelming disbelief. I got up and walked to the mirror and just stared at myself. I then went out into the living space and picked up our cat koko, marched her over to the bathroom mirror and practiced telling Boby that I was pregnant before calmly walking over to the couch and waiting.

Boby came back in with the laundry folded and he hadn’t yet set the bags down that I said, “We need to talk.” Granted, that was probably not the best way to go about introducing the subject, but I was freaking out. He looked at me and said, “What is it?”, starring at me with this concerned look on his face. I told him not to look at me like that and laughed nervously . “What?!” he asked again. ” I was late and so I took a pregnancy test and I am pregnant”, I said, hurriedly. His face immediately relaxed. “That’s amazing!” He smiled and pulled me into a hug. I looked at him in complete disbelief, ” Is it?”

“I’ll do whatever you want Cleia. It’s your choice.” he said. I told him I wanted to take another test, and, if positive, I wanted to keep our baby. I once again peed on the wee stick as he waited. For the second time that evening, the two little pink lines appeared almost immediately. He pulled me close and kissed me, “We’re having a baby.”


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