one of those cosmo magazine moments

you know that part in magazines where people send in their most embarrassing moments and you think to yourself "i wonder if this really happened or is she just making it up." well, mine did.

it all started with my one day period. i thought nothing of it till somewhere in the middle of talking about haagen dasz ice cream with ren, i decided to nonchalantly bring it up. her response started setting it all downhill. "one day period? oh yes... that's how i found out i was pregnant!" DING DING DING DING! you can just imagine the alarm bells ringing in my head and the cold sweat starting to break out on my forehead. ren assured me though that it could be nothing too so i was appeased by that thought for about a week. then after a couple of days my boobs began to throb. at first it was just a dull pain when i squeezed them to check and then it started to escalate into a even-when-you-don't-touch-them-they-hurt kind of pain. against my better judgement and rationality, i started to panic.

instinctively, i call up maya for moral support to go and face the music instead of spending more sleepless nights thinking about it. so we go to the pharmacy and buy a pregnancy test. so we're there, discussing worst case scenario solutions when i hear the pharmacist shouting loudly from the other side of the store "kang kinsa ning pregnancy test?" mortified and immobilized, i watch in horror as the pharmacist right in front of me shouts equally as loudly and points to me "diri!" luckily, maya who was more more lucid than i snatched the plastic bag out of the pharmacist's hands with a defiant i-don't-care look.

so there. thanks to bestfriends who are willing to go with you in the middle of the night in their slippers, save you from gawking there like an idiot, getting a cup for you to pee in and telling you you're not pregnant (i was too nervous to look at the strip myself) coz there's only one line on the pregnancy strip test. i love you may! :) i'd do the same for you any day.