Most times, when heading out for a lunch or dinner date with my man, I don’t know exactly where it is that I really want to eat.
However, I always seem to know where it is I don’t want to go.
And thus, when leaving for an eatery date with my man, he typically suggests three places and I will tell him where it is that I do not want to go.
That was not the case when driving home from church on July 14th when I told him I absolutely NEEDED a Jr. Whopper from Burger King (what I really wanted was an In & Out burger, animal style… but, very sadly, they have not yet come to Oahu and as such I named the only other burger place I knew of).
I think he almost unintentionally stopped the car on the freeway, while turning to stare at me...”
But then he just laughed and said, “Danielle you’re pregnant.”
“Because I want a burger?”
“No, because we’ve been married almost 8 years and you’ve never had such a request.”
Side-note: just because I don’t request fast food does not mean I can’t easily eat my weight at Taco Bell.
Sometime in the next week the boy and I made a bet and I lost, which meant I had no choice other than to take a pregnancy test
Let me just say, over the last 8 years, I’ve taken hundreds of tests and they’ve always read “negative.”
I was expecting the same result when I woke up on Saturday, July 7th to follow through with my lost bet...
I even remember thinking, here’s to (literally) flushing another $10.00 down the toilet.
photo by Annie Groves