It was early in the morning on a Saturday and my husband was still asleep when I took my first pregnancy test. We had been considering having children for some time and had already lowered the last of our pharmaceutical defenses, so it shouldn't have been a surprise. Except, we hadn't decided to actively try to conceive, it was more like we had actively decided to relinquish our control in the area and let the chips fall where they may. So we were a bit surprised after all.
As it happens, the health teachers of the world were all right--it really only took once. This is funny, since I'm sure that over the previous ten years I had forgotten to take more than a couple of birth control pills to more than a couple of negative results. Truly, by this point I had myself thoroughly convinced that I was probably infertile. I noticed the first sign of potential pregnancy only a couple of days later when an unusual twinge of pain crossed my abdomen. Sure enough, a couple of weeks after that, on the aforementioned Saturday, I got out the free pregnancy test I'd ordered from our insurance company and fumbled with the directions and a glass and an eyedropper...
and then there were two lines.
I don't think I peeled my eyes from the thing during the whole 3 minute 'development' time period. I staggered, lost my breath, covered my mouth, made a weird yelp. Once I regained my composure, I gently woke up my sweet slumbering husband and whispered in my sweetest voice, "Honey, I think I know why I've been so crabby recently..."
"mmmph?" he replied, squinting through sleep-laced eyes.
"I'm Pregnant."
A grin slid across his groggy face, and we hurriedly threw on some clothes and dragged ourselves to the nearest Walgreens to get as many pregnancy tests as we could lay our hands on (which turned out to be only 6). I gave into the truth after the third one, but found that the extras came in handy over the next week as periodic sanity checks.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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