a small price to pay
I've been on the mini-pill for a while now and am happy with it. I've heard that you can sometimes miss your period but that had never happened to me until this last month. Last weekend, to be exact. 3 negative pregnancy tests later (3 for 9.99 at Target), I'm fairly certain I'm not pregnant. Which is good...we are not trying to have another child right now. (if ever)
One of the tests taken this weekend was taken under circumstances which I found hilarious, given the negative result. Had it been positive I would have felt it a sad and somewhat cruel introduction to this new child's life.
I was sitting on the toilet in the Goodwill bathroom. It stunk. Ruby was in her stroller, screaming as loud as she could to get out, and I was trying not to pee all over my hand or touch, well, anything in there. It was hot and awful and felt wrong on so many levels, but we were curious and didn't want to wait until we got home. I called Patrick down at Home Depot a few minutes later and we both breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure, there was a pang of sadness for both of us but no more than a pang. Maybe even just a ping. I think it would have been super funny and very God-like of Him to allow me to be pregnant again when I have finally (mostly) stopped feeling guilty for not wanting another one right now (or maybe ever). Ha, that God. He cracks me up. Or, He would have but, thankfully, didn't. Thank you, Lord. (that is said in all seriousness.)