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NEW! Just Another Manic Mommy
Read Stacy McKay's Column, and find her humorous, true-to-life
 “manic mommy” stories here twice per month — oh, the tales she’ll tell!
Here is a sample of Stacy McKay's Column, "Just Another Manic
 Mommy: If you would like to read more of her columns, be sure
 to pick up a copy of Columbus Parent Magazine! 

Sometimes you just have to be sure. And this was certainly one
 of those times.  I am a suspicious person by nature, so it’s only
 natural that having been told  all my life that I could not have children,
 I was convinced that the positive home pregnancy test I was
 staring at was someone’s idea of a joke. Perhaps I was reading it
wrong.  I dismissed that explanation because the test I was using
had the new “EASY READ” stick. After imagining several possible
 schemes, I settled on a plot by the government to keep successful
 women down. But how had they found me?    Did I mention my active
 imagination?  So because this test was so easy to take (and easy to
 read) I thought it best to take another one, just to be sure.

Returning to the Drug store was going to be a little tricky.
 In my first trip, just about an hour earlier I had driven several
miles away so that no one at my usual haunt would see me
buying a pregnancy test.  , I had to drive to another location. 
This time I was smarter-I bought the multiple test box.  The
one I had scoffed at earlier wondering why anyone would need
 more than one test.  

The next test said I was pregnant. I figured I better go for 2 out
 of three. I never was much of a gambler. Armed with an array of
positive pregnancy tests, I decided to call my Gynecologist.  “What’s
 wrong Stacy?”  The nurse asked.  I told her that I needed to see
 the doctor because I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. 
Obviously there was a serious problem. “Did you take a second
 test?” she asked?  I told her that I had, and that it too said I was
pregnant. Well then, she said, you are pregnant!”  No, that cannot
 be it.  I cannot get pregnant.  There must be something very
 seriously wrong with me.  How many tests did you take? 
 She asked.  Nine. 
Yes, there was something seriously wrong with me,
 but being pregnant wasn’t it.

Hey, sometimes you just have to be sure. Every once in a while,
 just for fun when I am in the drug store  I casually walk down
 the aisle with the hundreds of pregnancy tests to see if anyone
has put out a nine-pack.  When they do, you’ll have me to thank.