Disclaimer: I am fully aware that this experience is slightly embarrassing and may even borderline white trash, but its too good not to document.Let's rewind a couple months, 10 weeks to be exact. It's Friday, I'm on my lunchbreak on my way to one of my offices. I decide to make a stop at Walmart to purchase a pregnancy test, because I just
had to know. I already
knew I was pregnant but I was in denial. You would think that the constant nausea, ability to smell anything and everything (mostly the bad smells), increased emotional state (I found myself crying as I'm listening to some lame, cheesy, country song while driving in my car...definitely not normal), along with a couple other "signs" including the fact that I have never been "late" a day in my life, yes, you would think that all of these lovely things would make it undeniable...but no, I still found a way to believe that it couldn't be true until I saw those two little pink lines.
So, I choose a test, look around for something else to buy (because I can't
just buy a pregnancy test)...hmm, some toothpaste will definitely cover up the pregnancy test. I go up to the express lane where I am greated by a nice girl in her late teens. She scans my toothpaste, then picks up the pregnancy test, looks at me with a concerned look and says
"Uh-oh."What? Excuse me. Uh-oh??? First off, why would you think it was ok to make a comment like that? Second, what makes her think that this would be a bad thing? I respond by saying
"No, not Uh-oh." To which she looks away sheepishly, and says
"Oh....well then, ...good luck!"
Uh..."Thanks?"
It gets better. I then proceed to
take my test in the Walmart bathroom. I
couldn't wait until I got home that night...I am not that patient. Of course the pink lines showed up within .3 seconds, and I stood there shaking and smiling.
There you have it folks, I found out I was pregnant inside a Walmart bathroom. Definitely
memorable. But then what did I expect, it's Walmart.