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CHAPTER THREE: TELL ME YOUR STORY my life partner. Words could not describe how excited I was! We drove for hours on end! Pit stops were reserved for bathroom breaks, nutrition breaks and of course a little shopping to feed my addiction of finding that “Perfect New Thing”. Several states passed in our rear view mirror and I started to feel a sense of sickness coming from within me. “Great”, I thought, “I have food poisoning”. A few more miles pass and I know, we need to pull over! I run into the nearest pharmacy to grab some Gravol. As I stare at the package I have this idea of what could be happening to me pop into my mind. Pregnancy. “You’re knocked up”, my inner voice states as plain as day. I run around the corner and grab a pregnancy test. As I race back to the car, paper bag stashed under my arm, I request a quick bathroom break at the McDonalds across the way. As we pull into the parking lot of the restaurant, my mind is racing. Diapers, bottles, no sleep, soothers, laundry, so much laundry. Was I ready for this? Were we ready? I step out of the car, into the restaurant, and start towards the bathroom. I could feel eyes watching me as I made my way to the bathroom. “Do these people know something I don’t”? “Do I look terrified”? “Maybe I am fifty shades of green right now”! I finally make my way to the bathroom and find a clean enough stall to call my own for this awkward moment. I place my ass on the cold plastic seat and proceed to open the test. It’s a digital one, so apparently I’ll receive a digital smile if I’m knocked up. Funny. I start to pee on the test. I quickly pull it up to look at the screen and within seconds, a smile. Both on my face and the test! Wait! What? Happy? I’m happy? I want this? Clearly I didn’t know what I wanted myself. But I was thrilled. I tossed the test into the garbage. Flushed. Washed my hands and ran out of the bathroom to my partner! Who was unknowingly waiting in line about to order a BigMac. I squeal, we’re pregnant! Everyone is looking, and I don’t care! Because we are about to have a little bundle of joy and probably end up with diapers, bottles, no sleep, soothers, laundry, so much laundry! But I didn’t care! I’m going to be a mom, and he is going to be a dad and I am about to celebrate with a Big Mac! 35 I packed my bags and grabbed my passport excited to embark on a trip with SUBMISSION 02