on july sixteenth everything seemed to overlap in the worst way. while i was at a meeting with the community arts council, the public library and the ministry of casual living, i had to step out to take a call from a ted harrison customer (who in the end wasn't fully ready to commit to a print!). my bridesmaid dress alteration was punctuated by a terribly disappointing email that implied the print work for my festival was no longer going to be free. a meeting with my event planner to look at spaces was interrupted by a phone call from the bus company saying they weren't sure they could adapt a route to fit the festival. and when i was finally on my way home, i left the art supplies i had purchased at a bus stop, and received a call from my book keeper wanting an updated print inventory within 24 hours. so i went home, had a little cry, and fell asleep.
i woke up when i heard my husband returning from work. without greeting him, i walked straight into the washroom and took a pregnancy test. still sleepy and bleary eyed, i thought i might be dreaming when i saw that the test had come up positive! i literally rubbed my eyes like a cartoon character. i have no idea what made me take the test at that exact moment. maybe i instinctively felt i needed to turn my day around.
so after chatting with each family member for quite awhile i said something to the effect of "yes, it's been a pretty terrible day. but on the upside, i just found out i'm pregnant!" the disbelief that followed was perfect. all that time on the phone without mentioning it kind of threw them for a loop!
but i wouldn't do that to you.