The Stick of Life

There is nothing like a pregnancy scare to make you put things into perspective.

I say this sitting opposite the stick of life waiting for the two minutes to be up.

Considering that I am now supposed to be a responsible (contraceptive) pill taker, I still seem to have difficultly, therefore missing three this month. Not a good look.
I am now sweating with fear that I have yet again landed myself at the cabbage patch without so much as a baby sack in sight.

Okay, been here before. First time 18 years old and living life to the full.. Only realising when I was two months late that maybe purchasing a stick of life may be advisable. Young. Naive (stupid) I picked up the stick and laughed with nerves at my pending pregnancy. Reaction could have been worse.. On the road to motherhood I stumbled and my beautiful daughter was born.

Stick of life two was bought expectantly.. In fact I think I bought about twenty in the run up to pregnancy number two, this time planned. When I finally got the two lines of joy I headed straight out to spread the news… unbeknown to what I would be letting myself into again… Darling son arrived early and not without issues ( large hole in heart amongst other things) but luckily for us I managed to blag fate a second time and now have a healthy ( if not a bit fat) darling boy…

A sudden broody feeling comes over me, maybe one more wouldn’t be all bad.. Slowly I begin to come around to The Mans More the merrier way of thinking. By the time the two minutes are up my fear has turned into a sick excitement feeling….

I peer over towards the result stick…NEGATIVE…

Hallelujah! Who was I kidding? Another one? My slight disappointment is made up by the though of not having to buy those newborn nappies again just yet and maybe enjoying a bottle of wine instead

I say a silent prayer -I promise from now on to always take my pill on time….
More the Merrier? I feel less is more!