About five months ago, I was really starting to pick up my workout to try to lose the rest of my baby weight. I had rediscovered my love for hot yoga and coincidentally, so had my instructor. She had just returned from a retreat in Mexico where yoga was done in 100 degree weather so that was how her class was going to be. Yoga was fast paced and I was sweating buckets! I would force myself to eat salads for lunch but the weight was not dropping. One evening, my friend and I were driving to yoga when we were talking about another friend getting pregnant with her third. We both agreed that two was a good number and when I mentioned to her how I can't seem to lose the baby weight, she said "What if you're pregnant?!" Oh no no, I shook my head and our conversation went back to how much easier two is compared to three.
Another class where pounds of sweat were exerted and I woke up several times to use the bathroom at night. This was a trend that had recently started so I began to wonder. The following morning, I took a pregnancy test just to rule it out. Left it on the floor and went to brush my teeth. Will walks into the room and looks at the test. Then he comes out of there with his face completely ashened.
"Quit messing around, it hasn't been two minutes yet," I said.
He nervously keeps shaking his head and points to the test. It said pregnant. I attributed this to the test being expired and said I'll take the test again later after we buy some new ones.
The following three all said pregnant too.
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