I don’t even know where to begin.
So a couple of weeks ago Diana called me to ask me if I was willing to take on another challenge. Obviously I said sure because my workload is pretty light considering I have a whole team who just does whatever I say. Later on, she called me into her office to tell me how she wanted to do an in house marketing campaign even though we work with an outside marketing agency here in the city. She gave me a marketing team (including Whitney) and I got started immediately. That plus doing my regular stuff was a lot. I was swamped.
The day after Diana asked me to start my new project, I was sick for two days. I couldn’t keep anything down and didn’t really have an appetite anyway so I was miserable. I was being really cranky and dramatic about it. I told Kendra what was going on and the first thing she asked was if I was pregnant. It never occurred to me that I could be because I was vomiting all times of the day and not just in the morning, but Kendra informed me that morning sickness could be any time of day.
Naturally I started freaking out and told Brady that I thought I was pregnant. We had actually never really discussed what would happen if I ever got pregnant before we were ready. I called him like six times while he was at work before he finally picked up.
“Hey, is everything okay?” he answered and I could tell he probably snuck off to the bathroom or something because he was speaking quietly.
“Uh, no. I think I’m pregnant,” I said.
Brady sighed and didn’t say anything for a while. Just when I was about to ask if he heard me he said, “Reese, can we talk about this later?”
Fucking rude. I was annoyed with him and after we hung up I texted him, “I guess I’ll just raise this baby on my own,” and he didn’t text me back. So I wanted to murder him.
I stayed at work until eight then I sped home (Brady’s house). Brady hadn’t even texted me or anything since I called him earlier. I let myself in and found him in the dining room working.
“Um, hi?” I greeted him.
“Hey. How are you?” he asked, giving me a weird look.
I started bawling. Brady sighed and asked what was wrong.
“I’m going through a pregnancy scare and you don’t give a shit!” I sobbed.
“Do you really think you’re pregnant?” he asked.
“Yes!” I screamed.
“Why would I lie about this?”
Brady didn’t say anything for a moment because he was probably thinking about the time I actually did lie and say I was pregnant.
“Why do you think you’re pregnant?” he asked.
I explained that I was no longer on birth control and the all day sickness.
“You aren’t on birth control anymore? Why didn’t you tell me that?” Brady wanted to know. He sounded irritated and I got defensive.
“Because I don’t have to tell you what I do with my body,” I snapped.
“You’re right – you don’t. But this kind of affects me so I think it’s common courtesy to keep me informed of something like that.”
I rolled my eyes. “What are we going to do?”
“First you need to figure out if you’re actually pregnant.”
“Okay, what if I am?”
“We will go from there.”
I didn’t really like his answers so I stormed off to his room. Brady joined me an hour later and we had the best pregnant sex ever.
I called my doctor the next morning and scheduled an appointment for my pregnancy test for a few days later. When my appointment finally came, my doctor talked my ear off for about twenty minutes before I interrupted him and asked if we could just get on with the test. He laughed and apologized then made me pee in the cup. After I peed, he took the cup and kind of swirled it around.
“Oh, it looks like a girl!” he sang and I think it was probably supposed to be a joke, but I wasn’t in the mood and it was super inappropriate.
I glared at him and he said he would be right back with my results. While I was sitting in the room alone, I started thinking up possible names for my daughter. By the time my doctor came back, I’d decided on Juliana. So cute!
But my doctor came back and informed me that my pregnancy test came back negative. No baby Juli for me! I was actually really relieved. My main concern was all the working out I’d have to do to lose my baby weight. And the thought of taking my baby to weddings and on trips and stuff. It seems like such a hassle.
I was super happy the rest of the day and since this happened on a Friday, I went out drinking that night. I didn’t invite Brady because I was pissed at him for not being more concerned about my pregnancy scare. The next morning he took me for bottomless mimosas so I got over it.
On Monday, I got a call from my doctor saying that he had some concerns about my blood tests and that I needed to come back in for additional testing. I was like, “Is it serious?”
And he said, “I hope not, but I need you to come back in at your earliest convenience so we can find out.”
That freaked me out. But I was so swamped at work that I couldn’t even find time to go see my doctor. I did however have time to get on Google and search up what could be wrong with me. I determined that I either had HIV or cancer. I was sad for a little while then I got so wrapped up with work that I forgot that I was potentially dying.
I was finally able to go see my doctor and he told me that I am extremely iron deficient and I am slightly anemic. Since blood work isn’t necessarily his area of expertise I asked if I should go to my regular general physician. He said no and prescribed iron supplements for me. When I went home I researched the condition and found out that it’s super common and easily treatable. So I was really annoyed with him for getting me all stressed about it.
Other than my pregnancy scare, Brady and I are doing really good. One day last week, he texted me while he was at work and said, “You’re going to love this. Guess what?”
And I said, “What?” then stared at my phone until he responded.
“I was offered an opportunity in New York.”
Brady knows my dream of living in New York City. I fired off a bunch of questions (Was he looking for jobs in NYC? What was the opportunity? How soon could we move? What’s our rental budget?) and while I waited for Brady to answer I started searching for apartments in midtown Manhattan.
“Whoa. I haven’t committed to anything. We can talk about it later,” he said.
I spent my entire lunch break bookmarking potential apartments. Later on we went to dinner and Brady told me all about New York. He said it’s a temporary contract position and he would be in more of a leadership/teaching role. It would be working directly with a university and the pharmacy students. I told him he should go for it! Even if it’s only for like six months or so, obviously he could find a job after that. Brady said he needs to think about it and that he doesn’t want to drag me with him. As if I need to be dragged. I’ve already talked to Diana about working remotely from New York.
Over the weekend we were in Houston for my friend Natalie’s wedding. We stayed with my parents and stayed up late Friday night talking to them and drinking wine. My mom woke up early Saturday morning and got Chick-Fil-A for everyone. She’s a saint. Especially because she didn’t know what we wanted so she got pretty much one of everything on the menu. I’m so happy I still fit into my dress.
The ceremony was cute. At the reception my friend Brittany ran over to us and gave both of us hugs. She was a bridesmaid so she was wearing one of the turquoise lacy gowns and it didn’t look very good with her dark hair and red lipstick. Or maybe I’m just being a hater bitch because Natalie didn’t ask me to be a bridesmaid.
“So how have you guys been?” Brittany gushed, looking at Brady and not me.
He shrugged and looked at me and he seemed kind of uncomfortable. I made sure to be all over him so she would get the hint. Eventually Brady said he was going to the restroom and as soon as he walked away, Brittany hugged me again.
“Y’all are just so cute! I can’t wait to be in your wedding next!” she squealed and I just couldn’t hate her after that.
I think that’s pretty much it. Oh, Carly is loving Philly and she and Chris have already planned their first trip back for Labor Day! Also, Brady’s brother, Hunter, and his wife are expecting their baby this month and Brady is really excited about it. It’s actually kind of cute. I’m going to be an aunt-in-law!
I feel like such a terrible blogger because the time I used to spend writing, I now use for actually working. I hate it. Is this being a grown up? I hope I can figure out how to consistently post though. Miss you guys so much!