A Tale of Two Lines

I’m knocked up.

To be honest, I never was 100% certain that this day would come. Don’t get me wrong – I definitely heard the nagging little voice of Mother Nature, who told me pretty often, “You want babies. You want poop and puke and sleepless nights. What a blessing!”

I fought back with work, work and more work. I started businesses, wore power suits and 4-inch heels (I’m not quite ready to part with the latter), and joined every club, association, and group I could find. (“No, I’m not grieving over a lost pet, but your group seems wonderful – can I join anyway)?”

Maybe that’s why Mother Nature cooperated so well with me on the night that I decided I really wanted to get prego. She simply saw it as the one and only opportunity she would have to get through to my uterus and me.

So the very next day, as I brushed my teeth, I knew immediately that the tiny little miracle of life was doing the conception dance in my belly.

I told my husband, my mom, and my sister. They all laughed and told me I was crazy.

I take that back – my sister had visited a psychic who told her there was a baby girl on the way, so she was actually pretty happy to hear it. I think her exact words were, “As long as it’s not ME again!”

I visited every website I could find that discussed the pros and cons of pregnancy tests, and learned that I needed a good 2 weeks before the little bean was strong enough to produce two lines on a plastic stick. I made it through one and a half of those before I caved and headed to Target.

It was faint. Super duper faint. Miniscule. But it was definitely there! I took a zillion iPhone pictures of my little stick ‘o hope and sent my husband, Bryan, a picture text message of it.

I cared a little about his excitement, but to be honest, I was happier about my upcoming vindication. I have never, ever been one to shy away from saying, “I TOLD you so!”

So I waited for a phone call. And waited some more. No ringing. Was I imagining the faint little line? Did he wonder why in the heck I was sending him a picture of a negative pregnancy test? Oh, gosh, then he would just think I was being downright MEAN! Maybe I should take another one.

So I called:

“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Um, so what do you think?”
“About what, good lookin’?” (yes my husband really is that wonderful)
“Oh my gosh, you didn’t get a picture text?”
“Nope.”
“Whatever, there were TWO lines on a pregnancy test.”
“Okaaayy. So what does that mean?”
“We’re having a baby.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep, I TOLD you so!”

The rest of the day, I was in my own little dream cloud of happiness. In the time it had taken for those two little lines to turn blue, my entire world had changed. Six weeks later, my priorities, sense of smell, and bra size are all dramatically different.

But regardless of the changes taking place, this is the happiest time of my life, and I feel so honored to have this little space in the giant blogosphere to share my experience with you and to keep a journal for our sweet little angel, who we have already fallen madly, head-over-heels in love with.

So I hope you will provide me with your comments, suggestions, and words of wisdom over the course of the next 7 ½ months. Trust me, I need them!