My son was just 12 weeks old when the first pregnancy test came back positive.
So did the second one. And the third. And the blood test.
“I really don’t think I’m pregnant,” I told my doctor. I’d chosen him for his laid-back vibes and sense of humor, which I loved during my labor and delivery. He yelled “Bag o’ steel!” when he broke my water. This time, I was feeling less amused.
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