Clear, Blue…Huh?

There are many challenges that go with living together, and somewhere high on my list would be getting accidentally knocked up.   This is why I take oral contraceptives faithfully at the same time each night, every night.   

Lately, BF and I have been talking marriage and family.  Sometimes we lay and coo at each other, fantasizing about what our perfect little babies will look like.  I think about creative ways to deliver the news to him when the times comes that he will be a daddy, and how he will swoop me up in his arms and kiss me so excitedly. 

Of course, all this happens after getting married and honeymooning somewhere undeniably romantic.  However, we have proved to ourselves this morning that all this is pure fantasy.

I wake up this morning and notice the home pregnancy test that I bought yesterday laying on the counter.  I buy these occasionally because I take my pill straight through skipping the reminder week, and therefore do not have the monthly visitor.  I casually opened the package and dutifully peed on the stick. 

I then went about my morning feeding the dog, brushing my teeth, packing my lunch, only to come back a few minutes later to “Pregnant” showing in the little window.  “WTF!” I say to the dog.  He looks at me as if to say “Well what did you think was going to happen?” 

I immediately run upstairs to the sleeping BF in the bedroom, and burst through the door.  I can’t recall exactly what I said, but I know I looked like a banshee in a nightshirt throwing a plastic stick at him muttering something about not understanding how this can happen, and how I took my pill every day, and again not understanding how this can happen.