

Screw skinny, I want to be strong and fit
It's 8:30 pm on a Sunday night in January. I'm late 3 days late and I just peed on a stick for the third time this week. The other two tests were negative and my husband is sure this one will be, too. He's always calm, cool, and collected; the yin to my yang. But I have a feeling. I already know deep down and to my surprise instead of staring at the pregnancy test for the next two minutes, I feel a twinge of panic: "Holy shit. I'm not ready. I'm scared!" I take a deep breath