Earlier this week I was pulled over for speeding. I confess I was in the fault by driving well over the posted speed limit; however, in my defense I was dead tired from working on my feet all day and the 1-hr drive back home seemed to stretch forever.
I knew that having this incident on my driving record would cause my insurance rates to shoot through the roof. There was also the $200+ fine I would be required to pay…
…so I decided to go for it…
…again.
Yes, I flirted my way out of a speeding ticket, and…

This morning I decided to pee on a stick.
I was so certain I was pregnant again. I had all the symptoms of the first pregnancy: constant nausea, never-ending fatigue, irritability, and sore, swollen boobs.
Nevermind the late period.
Or the fact that J and I had been having consistent unprotected sex for the past two months.
So I peed on a stick. And I waited. And waited some more.
I gave it some extra time, just to make sure that the test would be ready.
I took the test in my hand and looked down, fully expecting to see…