A lot has been going on around here!

Let’s rewind the clock a bit…

December 4, 2011 (Day One):

I’m pregnant.  I just peed on a stick and I think, I think, I see the faintest line.  Or is it a line?  Jesus, they shouldn’t choose lines for this; lines are too easy to draw in your mind and pretend you see.  When you pee on a stick and you’re pregnant, the test should light up, play a song, and spit out confetti.  There should be no room for interpretational error.

I call my husband up from downstairs.  I need a second opinion.  I’ve played out the scene of telling my husband that we’re going to have a baby in my head many times.  I had envisioned hiding a message in a fortune cookie, or perhaps sticking a note around our dog’s collar.  Never did I dream about calling him upstairs to handle my pee stick and tell me whether or not I’m hallucinating.  But in this moment I realize that there is no time for my cutesy shenanigans.  This is not a movie scene.  I must know if I’m pregnant NOW and if I am, I must tell him immediately.

We agree there is a very faint line.  Excitement.  Doubt.  I decide to take another test, but I’m out of pee.  He runs the faucet and sings songs about rain until I can calm down enough to work my magic again.

This time it’s clear.

Holy crap.  It worked.  We’re creating a human.

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Reflection:  I took that test at 4 weeks, 4 days pregnant.  It was my seventh test that week, and the first, err, second one, to turn positive!

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