Trevor was right. I was a week late, and I just figured my body was being weird and acting just a little bit "off". Right when I told Trev I was late, he said I was pregnant. I continued to deny it and laughed at him. I didn't even see the point of taking a test since I figured there was no way I could be preggers. Lo and behold, a little blue plus sign instead of a minus sign. I sat in the bathroom in a stupor until Trevor came home and I let him know that, yes, he'd been right all along these past few days.