I told the man the same too.
He declares, "your not pregnant, we JUST started trying."
I say, oh but I am.
He chuckles and tells me he'll believe me when we have a conclusive test result.
Thursday I add an eleven dollar pregnancy test to our $340 grocery order. Drank a large container of chocolate milk, then drove home.
While unloading the mountain of groceries there was the test.
We ripped it open together. He stood next to me while I peed on the stick.
Three minutes later, the proof was right in front of us.
I screamed once loudly, then bounced out of the bathroom with my knees wobbly as hell.
He stood there holding the damn stick, till the teenager came over with a big smile and grabbed it from him.
Seems I was correct, I knew what I was speaking of.
His parents have been notified, and mine are next. Monday is already booked with a doctors appointment.
Wow, it's all happening so fast.
Times are changing.
Last time I was pregnant was 16 years ago, and I was not yet kinky. It will be interesting to see how pregnancy and kink life mesh for me.
