In the beginning...

So it was about one year ago that I discovered I was pregnant. I know that for a large population of women out there the realization that you are pregnant is a glorious event filled with all happiness, puppies, kittens, flowers, cupcakes and all that jazz. For me, well, I was pissed because we were way ahead of schedule!

I think I first had an inkling that I was knocked up in the middle of a bottle of red while watching 'Weeds'. I couldn't shake the idea that maybe I was pregnant even though I wasn't technically late. Perhaps it was the fact my boobs here suddenly sore or that coffee just tasted bad; I had to know for sure. So during my lunch hour the next day I headed to Walgreen's and bought a box of tests. The check out lady actually gave me a brown paper bag for my purchase - like I was buying porn. If I'm buying a prego test the porn part has already happened, right? In my haste to find out I peed on a stick in a work bathroom and waited. My reaction was not one of elation but "FUUUUUUCK!!!" Is that wrong?

To be totally honest my boyfriend G and I were actually planning on starting a family in another year so this was just a bit early. The timing, however, couldn't be worse. G was at a start-up with insane hours and stress and he had the desire to quit every day. My job was getting increasingly more stressful and we were living in a small apartment with no room for a baby. Baby was also going to be born right around G's product launch. Not ideal.
Let the freakout begin.