Christmas Surpriｓe!

Brandon had been telling me that I was pregnant which I denied every time he said.
I knew he just wanted to say that, so it lessened his worry and also my reply rather pleased him
because the web-site said: "women can tell if they are pregnant or not most of the time".

I thought I was pregnant on the first month we got married and that was proved to be wrong soon after. (Well, I had nothing to do except facebookind, e-mailing and fancying my thoughts while I wait for my immigration paper.) That hurt my proud of being a woman that we are entitled and privileged to have a distinctive 6th sense which is right all the time beyond guys comprehension.
That's why I kept telling Brandon that I was not pregnant, and he found his own comfort in it.

But one day, I started having a hard time to get up in the morning, not feeling well all day etc... those symptoms appeared and that made Brandon really worried since we were not really trying to have a baby yet.

One day, I got up late in the morning and decided to buy a pregnancy test. What I had in my mind of buying a pregnancy test was a teenager or a single working woman secretly sneaks in to a pharmacy and snatches a pregnancy test in her hand and rips the package off to test herself in a dirty public washroom right at the corner of the pharmacy...

Well, whatever I had in my mind, I was in my pajama late afternoon and looking for a gift card given to us when we got married in my full packed purse with many memos and receipts. I thought about buying a cheapest one which was suspiciously light and simple, but thought about my husband who teases me being so cheap all the time. After staring at similar boxes of pregnancy tests, I grabbed "a value pack" which had two in a box. So, I do not have to come back again in case it is not clear, or hey, I can use this test if i get pregnant again in a couple years.

Somehow I was satisfied of getting a good deal and went home. I thought about doing test in the Safeway washroom secretly, but it was discouragingly dirty, not clean like in dramas.
So, I started reading off the direction and shaking the box expecting something more, but it looked pretty simple, and I did not have any more excuse to postpone.

It read; "Urinating only on the certain tip of the bar for 5 seconds, too much or less causes an obscurity of test results". I wondered how hard it could be just to pee, but it was actually demanding. The way you can tell if you are pregnant or not is either you have + and - or only -,
"the plus bar may not appear clearly, but even a thin sign indicates your pregnancy."
By the time, I felt like a reserched animal; trust me, there is no drama or excitement in pregnancy test.

Fortunately, my test left no doubt to me; that was clearly positive. First, I washed my hand, and screamed a good five minutes and paced in the room. Being pregnant was very possible to a married woman, but it was still shocking to me.

I waited for my husband coming back from his work and told him that I was pregnant after he changed his clothe. He said "you are kidding, right?" and I told him "Do I? No!". This conversation was repeated till I showed some pictures of my pregnancy test. He held his head with his arms and sank in to the couch saying "Oh, no..."

It was odd or curious that I felt some kind of satisfaction looking at him being doomed and curled up on the couch trying to cope with the end of his honey-moon life and new mounting responsibilities as a new dad. But it certainly made me care less about being wrong about my pregnancy because now he had no spirit of teasing me, like "I told you so many times!"