It's Whatever

As of last week, there was a very slight chance that I might have been pregnant. I am not, of course, and it was a huge overreaction. I even knew that at the time, but it's easier to ignore the obvious than accept the imperfection. While waiting through the agonizing week of knowing that any pregnancy test is going to show up negative, I had been going back and forth with one of my best friends with symptoms and possibilities and the question whether or not it was just the stomach flu. She is always my supportive older sister, so she gets the first phone call. She's the "Call when you think you're pregnant" friend. The rest are "Call when you know you're pregnant" friends. I love them all, but they have different purposes. 

Anyway, when the test came back negative, I sent her a text with the outcome. She wrote back, "Is this good news or bad news?" The only thing that I could come up with was, "It's whatever. Haha."

It really is whatever. I'm not heartbroken. I'm not sad. It's an opportunity and a roadblock. It's a roadblock because it means we start from the beginning. It's an opportunity because it means husband and I get to enjoy each other one-on-one for a while longer before adding someone else to the equation. That's what we want right now... I think.

It's whatever, but it's also hip to be square, kids.