Just a little shocked

Oh shit.

That was not what I expected to see.

Immediately a wave of panic rushed over me. A million questions running through my mind. When did this happen, how did this happen? Okay that wasn't so much a question. I mean, I obviously sat on the toilet seat after he'd been in there, because I definitely hadn't slept in the wet spot. Or maybe there was more to it.

I called in to work - there was no way I was going to have the sanity to be there today. I tried to call C, several times. Cell, home, husband to be (yes, this was 3 days before we were to leave for their destination wedding), no luck. Then I called B.

Imagine a groggy man, who has probably just fallen back asleep after his girlfriend so rudely woke him up at 6am on his day off. It took several rings for him to answer. "I need you to come over" "why" "I just do" "why?" "just come over" "but I'm sleeping" "fine, I'm coming back over" "okay..." so I did. I tossed the pee stick in my purse, said good bye to my extra $100 of over time pay, threw some styling product in my wet hair, managed to find some clean (I think) clothes and cried the entire way back over to his apartment. Where a young kid, leaving for school, happily let me into the building. A kid. Damnit.

The four flights in the elevator seemed like the longest ride of my life, the entire time I stood there petrified, trying to figure out what I was going to say to B. I'm sure I was quite the site. Luckily no one else got on.

I opened the door the apartment, explained how I got into the building, and was immediately asked "so, why aren't you going to work?". If you're looking for a humerous part in the story, this is probably my favourite part. I put my purse down on the night stand, and started rummaging through it. B, getting increasingly confused kept repeating himself. Finally I found it. I turned on the bedroom light, and threw, yes that's right, threw the pee stick at him. I'm somewhat convinced that it was dry. I can't promise anything though. If you've never done the same, let me enlighten you to the reaction.

*insert look of horror* "Are you serious?" "yes" "how"  *see above response* "come here". So I did. Where I continued to cry some more. In between sobs, trying to confirm that I don't know how. I mean, I was on the pill. That's supposed to be like 99.7% safe right? Welcome to the 0.03. I've never won anything in my life, maybe a donut or a free small coffee during roll up the rim or Monopoly at McD's... and here I am. The 0.03% lucky enough to get pregnant on the pill. Perfect. Next time I'll take the lottery. Which, given the odd's... we also tried. We thought it would be a humerous way to tell people. Needless to say, they got an announcement alright, but a couple thousand dollars to soften the blow was not enclosed.  More on that later.

"Well, we'll have to end it". It. A term that had never crossed my mind. From the minute those lines appeared, in my eyes I was having a baby. Not an embryo, or a fetus, not a sack of cells, or a parasite. A baby.

This was not the reaction I was looking for.