About two months ago, I was chatting with my best friend on yahoo (she lives in California) about how so many women I know are pregnant. It's as if one woman decided to get knocked up and told all her girl friends to do the same so they can all get fat and wallow in the wonderful world of pregnancy together. And soon after, everybody else followed as if it was the latest in Gucci's bag collection.
Then she told me it was the same thing over there for her in the South as well. She said that there are five girls in her group of friends that are currently pregnant.
I guess Mother Nature is really making up for all the people lost in the recent years' major tragedies (which of course in no way do I say that in a joking matter). I mean, when you think about it...the world had lost A LOT of people in this last decade alone. There's 9/11, the Tsunami, the recent earthquake in China, George Bush, etc.
So which led me to ask her if she and her husband had any plans in giving their 3 year old son a sibling. Then she goes no way! as if I just asked her if she had std or something. Her defense was that there are still so many things she wanted to do before expanding her little family and that with a family of three, everything on her list is pretty much still do-able. And then she turned the question to me. I said, well...it's not really that we WANT to have another one. We're comfortable with how everything is right now. Chei is finally at that age where she can pretty much do everything on her own. We could throw her the keys to our car and tell her to do the groceries for us, what more could we want? But she's also at that age where she's wondering why she's the only one who doesn't have a baby sister/brother, and she wonders about this CONSTANTLY.
E.v.e.r.y.d.a.y she's asking when we can go to the store and buy her a baby sister, and frankly, I can only come up with so many excuses as to why the Baby Store is closed...at 2pm, on a Wednesday.
And then the funniest thing happened. About two weeks ago, my best friend sends me a message asking ME if
I was pregnant since I was the one who didn't really care if I was or not. It's not like I had any plans in traveling anywhere soon or doing a triathlon of some sort. So I messaged her back saying no, I am not pregnant. I would have to have sex in order to do that and from the last time I could remember...it's been over a month since I did the yeehaw. And then she replies back with, "Damn it. Why is it always the one that does NOT want it that gets it?? It's like throwing the bouquet and completely running the opposite direction from it and STILL it whacks you in the head."
Hahahahahahahahahaha! I was laughing so hard in front of my computer when she she shared the good news with me in that message! My best friend is pregnant again! Woohoo! I was so happy for her I jumped up and down in the middle of my livingroom, Jun thought I had won the lottery or something. Man, the Lord has some sense of humor, he sure does.
So last week, when I layed in bed with a light fever, I thought how funny would it be if
IIIIIIIIII was pregnant? Would I be laughing? As hard as I did when I found out my 29 year old sister was 12 weeks pregnant over the Summer? Or when my best friend whom was anti-baby sent me a saying that she, too is pregnant? Would I actually have an appreciation for God's "sense of humor" then? My heart was thumping so hard in my chest at the thought of me being pregnant that I drove to the nearest pharmacy in my pj's.
When I got home, Jun looked at me and saw the box that I was holding, and then the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face appeared. Of course he was excited, he's been wanting to have a second child more than I do.
So I ran into the bathroom, and not wasting any time I peed on that thing like I was peeing on a leg with a sea urchin stuck to it. It said to wait two full minutes before checking for the result, so I left the test in the bathroom and went into the kitchen to grab a snack. Five minutes later, I headed for the bathroom to have a check. And then Jun stopped me before I could even get to the door asking if we could look together. I said fine. So I picked it up and then I heard Jun whispering to himself, "Please don't be pregnant, please don't be pregnant..." I was like, wtf? I thought you WANTED me to be pregnant? His response, "I do. But I hope that the test says negative." *???*
Dude, I wanted to beat my boyfriend with a 2x4 with the stupid words coming out of his mouth. But I thought, let me find out if it's a positive or negative first, then I'll knock sanity back into that confused brain of yours.
With my hand holding the test and Jun's hand over my hand, we saw together that it was negative. I said, "There, happy? It's negative." You know what he says? "Yes! I'M NOT PREGNANT!" Lol, then I said, "Babe...if YOU were pregnant, we'd have to some serious rethinking of our relationship to do."
As it turns out, that test with the negative result is Jun's test. Lol, he wanted to play a trick on me so he switched the test to the one HE peed on while I was in the kitchen, so of course it would come out negative! So imagine if it came out positive knowingly that it was his urine in that test? Hahahaha, he would be shitting in his pants that funny boy.
So if that was his test and it was negative, where was MY test?
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