Flashback Friday - "Positive" outcomes

I know that it has been far too long since my last post, but I have excuses.  Good excuses!  So what better way to make up for my lack of blog posts, than a good, 'ol, juicy, tale, from my past.  This particular tale is actually more recent than my past stories, but it's a good one!  It's full of good, gossip, surprises, tears, worry, excitement, and love.

Ooooohhhh, the anticipation is just too much!

My Flashback Friday story did actually happen on a Friday.  A Friday evening, prior to Halloween.  There was a chill in the night, and I was home alone with the children.  The hubs was working his regular night shift, keeping the city streets safe, from the evil scum that roams it. 

Homeboy and I made a trip to Target earlier that day and as I came to the health and beauty aisles, I knew I had to do it.  I had to purchase a "certain product". 

I know that if I were you, reading this story, I would assume that this "product" would be some sort of a feminine nature product.  For some reason, when people hear my name and feminine supplies, they assume I had some horrid experience involving them.  Well, actually, I have.  But, alas!  Not this time! 

For the past 3 weeks my billowy, bosoms, were telling me something.  My bosoms are like nature's barometer.  A slight tingle indicates a storm is coming.  Aching... a low pressure front is making it's way to my neck of the woods.  I'd like to see the weathermen/women top my "equipment"!  Radars, hah!  I balk at their insignificant equipment!

So for the previous three weeks my "chestal - area" had been aching.  It was the familiar ache that comes, when  Mother Nature is about to intrude on my life.  But the problem was, Mother Nature never came.  And my bosoms were in a constant ache mode.

At first, I tried to ignore the aching.  It wouldn't have been the first time Mother Nature fooled me.  But deep inside the cockles of my brain, I began to worry.  This kind of curious episode had happened to me before.  Like the time when I was pregnant with Homeboy.  Oh, and the time when I was pregnant with Homey.  Yup, worry, had set in.  What if I was?  At my age! 

So on that chilly, Friday, evening, I purchased one of these:

And as soon as I laid the test stick on the counter, to wait the longest two minutes ever... It quickly became obvious that I would not have to wait even 10 seconds for the results.  There were definitely, two lines.  What the?!?!?  Who spiked my pee?!?!?!

There was no denying it... I'm with child!

In reality, I already knew I was.  I had been having waves of nausea overtake my very being, off and on for a couple of weeks, but I was in denial.

My reaction to this confirmation of pregnancy, was tears.  Tears of worry, tears of shock, tears of joy.

When one thinks that they are certainly done with having children, one tends to freak out a little when they suddenly become pregnant.  

For so many years, I have been told that I should have another baby.  There was  not a week that would go by, when someone would say those very words, "Jen, you should have another baby!  You should have a girl!"  And my reaction would always be, "I'm too old!"  Karma has a funny way of showing who's boss!

After I composed myself, I texted the hubs and told him the news and then I immediately scheduled a special appointment with a doctor for him.  I'm kidding.  But the thought has crossed my mind...especially when I'm trying to hold back from vomiting in the meat section of Walmart.  Blah!

His reaction was, "What?"  Needless to say, he was shocked also.  But he's good now!

So far my symptoms have been mild, compared to my first two pregnancies.  Even though I feel sick everyday and I'm tired, I am proud to announce that I have NOT thrown up yet!  Praise Momma!  Hallelujah!  Smells that make me want to vomit:  hot dogs, ketchup, my husband's breath (good or bad), Christmas trees (the live kind.  this one originated from my first pregnancy).  I'm sure the list will grow, as the days pass and I catch a waft of some pungent odor.  But I do consider myself very blessed to have considerably milder symptoms than my previous pregnancies. 

My due date is June 21st and I'm already planning EVERYTHING.  Nursery, names, baby products, clothes, and cleaning every single inch of my house. 

It's funny how you think your life is going and how it you see it going for the future.  Then all of the sudden Heavenly Father sends you a reminder of how your life should be going.  And quite frankly, I couldn't think of a better reminder, than a new baby (possibly a HomeGIRL, or a Homer) to come into our lives!