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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