The moment that changed my life was actually pretty anticlimactic.
I took a pregnancy test. Waited the prescribed amount of time. Looked at the result. Threw the test away without really looking at it.
I knew I wasnâ€™t pregnant. I had gotten the Mirena IUD over the summer â€“- the single most effective form of birth control outside of sterilization. I had packed on the pounds over the past few months, but as a newlywed who had just resumed eating like a sane person after a summerâ€™s worth of dieting, that was to be expected, right?
It was a good 15 minutes or so later that something clicked in my head. I went back to the bathroom and fished the little white plastic pee-stick out of the trash. I stared at the little line across the window. I looked again at the back of the box. Back to the pee stick. Then the box.
It was positive. What? No. No way. There had to be a mistake.