I don't know what prompted me to pee on the stick that morning. Something felt off, but I was fairly certain it was just my messed up body...not to mention my schedule has been out of whack since the marathon. I went from running an average of 30 miles a week to 10 miles a week. Of course that was causing this. I was so convinced that this was the case, I barely looked at the stick...just as I tossed it into the waste basket I saw it...a faint pink line next to the normal line. What?! Now I know why they sell those things in 3 packs. I tested one more time and sure enough the line came back. I would have tested again, but I was all peed out.
I finished getting ready for work and walked down stairs in a daze. The hubs was in the kitchen. "Um, honey?" I said. He looked at me, "Are we out of milk?" he asked. I told him we were, and then said the first thing that came to mind: "You're planning on sticking around for awhile right? Like Forever?" he smiled, came over to me and gave me a hug. "Of course. I'm pretty sure that's why I married you." Pause. "Why are you asking me this?"
Me: "Because we are going to have a baby?"
When hubs gets excited or amped about something, his arms flail out like he's showing you he caught a fish "thiiiiis big". He did that and goes "REALLY?!?!" all loud and boisterously. Then gets all misty eyed, hugs me, and keeps saying things like "Wow! Are you sure? Oh my gosh!" It was as good as a moment like that could go. As for me, I felt strangely unemotional. It still hadn't sunk in. And now I have to go to work, then fly out of town for a wedding.
The rest of the day was a blur. I do remember googling everything about pregnancy and finally having to cut myself off...too much too soon. But the last image I saw before I shut down, was a black and white photo of tiny baby feet in between two pairs of grown up feet. It stirred something inside of me- thoughts about what an amazing father the hubs will be...thoughts about laughing at something funny baby did...thoughts that this is happening and God obviously has a timing for everything, no matter what we think is best.
It was also the first time I got a twinge of fear- what if something happens to it?
And so it begins...
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