"There's three of you leaving for Mexico but there might be four of you coming back", my friend teased, hinting I might get pregnant during the trip. I laughed it off, as my fantasy only involved downing tequila shots and not really procreating. I'm against drunk trying. However, it was understandable that I get teased and asked about becoming a mom again. I'd rather that than, "Oh wow, you've gained weight." I might let that person carry on with THAT conversation by himself/herself. Anyway, the funniest thing happened weeks after the trip besides my friend getting pregnant. Yes, same one who teased me about getting knocked up(she's beautiful and blessed with a gorgeous family). I started experiencing pregnancy symptoms(wanting to throw up, getting grossed out with whatever I smell, etc.). Freaked out for a couple of days, I took a pregnancy test.
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| Bunky's first time in Mexico. Cooling off with a soy drink |
It was a false alarm and I had mixed emotions about it.
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| Of course I want another baby. Have you seen my last post? |
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| I'm not yet ready for another baby. I mean, have you seen my last post? |
The hubs told me that I do get psychosomatic reactions to impending events I dread going to, so he ruled that my body felt pregnant since the idea was floating in my head whether I welcomed it or not. It's fascinating how on the way to Bunky's terrible twos, I'm on the road with him with my own scruples. Thank goodness for blessings like this blog, my hubby, and my new job writing for a magazine. They help me march the road with a banner that says, "The world is his oyster. Just excuse him when he's crabby." And on the back of my shirt, "Same goes for me." Just saying.
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