'Damn' I thought, as I took a long in the mirror. 'I'm pretty damn hot'. I turned to the side to check out my rear...'Yeah, that looks nice too'. Was it weird that I thought that I looked pretty damn good all dolled up in lingerie? Or was ok, seeing as some people might think it's just confidence? Whatever. All I knew was that Edward was in for the surprise of his life. Come to think about it, if all went well tonight, I might visit that lingerie store more often.

I turned back around to take one last look at myself in the mirror. Make-up? Check. I normally just wore a little mascara and chap-stick but tonight I thought I'd put forth a bit more effort. Black eyeliner, not too much. Just enough that said, 'I'm a sex goddess and you want me.' And a little red lipstick. It was so classic. Alice told me that depending on the outfit, wearing red lipstick meant one of two things. One, you were a timeless beauty and you meant business. Good for interviews and business meetings. And two, you were about to get "down' in another type of business. Well, lets just say, tonight I had some "business" I needed to handle with my husband.

Speaking of Edward, he should be coming home soon. I quickly did one last flip of my hair, making sure the body would last. I had let it air dry after my shower, so my curls were extra bouncy, just like Edward's liked it.

Just then, I lost my balance. I took hold of the bathroom sink to steady myself. Well, so much for flipping my hair. What good did it do if I ended up dizzy on the floor?

I took a deep breath and straightened my posture. Still no good. I was still off balance and my stomach was feeling upset. Before I could gather my thoughts, my lunch was violently expelled from my stomach, into the toilet.

Yuck!

After my stomach was empty, I flushed the toilet, sprayed some air freshener and brushed my teeth. I couldn't help but notice my lipstick was still in place after my ordeal. I'd have to tell Rose and Alice and this brand. Defiantly worth buying. Oh, right, back to my puking.

I walked back into our kitchen and got me a water bottle from the fridge. I drank half of it before I sat down on our living room sofa. I took in a few more deep breath while my mind went into over drive over the past two days. Had there been anything out of the ordinary I had eaten? Had something not been entirely cooked? Had the milk gone sour? Was something expired and I ate it without knowing?

I thought about calling Edward to see if he was ok. I mean, maybe I had food posioning and since Edward and I ate most of our meals together, maybe he was suffering too.

I didn't call Edward, I didn't want to bother him. He was after all, a busy man. And if I did call him, he'd just worry. Always worrying.

I layed out on the sofa and tried to relax. I couldn't let this stomach bug upset Edward's birthday. I had the whole evening planned out and me being sick wasn't going to ruin it.

As I closed my eyes, a flash of Alice's face came into view. Alice didn't look like herself, in her normal cheery bubbly way. Her face was full of concern and it reeked of stress. It was a memory of her last year when she thought she was pregnant.

OH NO!

Why had I overlooked the warning signs?

I jumped up from the sofa and ran into mine and Edward's study quickly typing in "pregnancy symptoms" into google. Trusty old google.

I ended up on 'WebMd' and read from their list.

Fatigue (Mental check yes)

Nausea (Mental check yes)

Soar breast (I poked my right breast and it hurt a little. It was a little soar. Mental check yes. Come to think of it last night when Edward and I were fooling around and he started to....)

Missed period (I was late but I'd been late before. Mental check...maybe)

Sexual intercourse within 2 weeks (Ha! Hell yeah! Mental check yes)

All the signs pointed to a positive, but I couldn't tell for sure. I remember Alice had bought several home pregnancy test last year when she had her scare. I clicked the 'X' on my computer and headed off to our bathroom. I dug for what seemed like forever until I found the box saying 'EPT'. Just what I was looking for.

As my hands started to undo the box, I couldn't help but notice the way I wasn't shaking. The way I wasn't breathing hard. The way, despite the fact that I might actually be pregnant, that I wasn't nervous at all. Why was that? Aren't women suppose to be pulling their hair out right about now? Wasn't I suppose to be freaking out?

Then I remembered why I wasn't acting the way every other woman did. I was normal. Never have been. Never will be.

I pulled the test out of the box and read the instructions. Once. Twice. Three times just to make sure I got it right. I didn't want to mess this up.

I closed the bathroom door, even though I was home alone, I just never could 'go' with it open. But before I 'did my business' I took one long look back into the mirror.

"This is all you Bella." I said. "Whatever this test says, this is all you."