On September 19, I bought a pregnancy test. Not because I thought I was pregnant, but because I hoped I'd be needing to test sometime in the next few months. Then I started counting days. I should have started my period the day before. But I was PRETTY sure that I wasn't pregnant. Neurotic as I am, I did the test.
How can you describe the disbelief you feel when that second line shows up and you KNEW you weren't pregnant? When you weren't even sure, 5 years later and now 35 years old, that you WOULD ever be pregnant again? When you weren't even TYRING to get pregnant?? When you thought you'd be trying for months before even having a reason to do a test?
That meant that I was already expecting when we made the decision to try. I just marveled at God's kindness in working the timing out so wonderfully. If I'd found out I was expecting BEFORE that conversation, I would have felt a little funny, like had I maybe LET myself get pregnant because I really wanted one more child? I'd had nervous moments before when I thought I might have "accidentally" gotten pregnant (our birth control methods involve natural family planning with extra protection on 'danger' days), and never wanted to give my husband reason to believe that I was not honoring his decision.
Oh, we were so excited. I told one friend right away, but we decided we needed to wait to tell family and friends at least until we had that first ultrasound and doctor's visit and knew things were ok at that point. We originally planned to wait until Christmas, but realized quickly that there was no way that would happen... I felt like I was starting to "bulge" almost immediately!
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