Perhaps I’ve always been a woman with babies on the brain. I suppose I really never thought much about it until my own pending parenthood prospects. Maybe it’s a perpetual parenting loop that one can never seem to escape or maybe it’s that twinge of envy that creeps upon your face every time you gape at the growing groupies of your nieces and nephews. Growing up I came from a fairly large family of six adopted children (four girls, two boys). I found myself floundering as the second youngest. My husband also came from a fairly large family that included four brothers. My oldest brother has four children, my older sister has three children and my younger sister has two children. Between the mix-n-match there are five boys and four girls. My husband’s older and younger brother each has a son. My husband and I were the only couple that did not yet have any children, we wanted children but had decided to wait until I finished college and we were able to buy a house (I finished college but we haven’t yet bought the house).
On October 27, 2008 exactly one week to the day after our 2-year Wedding Anniversary we received a rather unexpected surprise with a positive pregnancy test. I’d missed my period the week prior, not really thinking much about it simply because I’d missed periods here and there over the past year and a half. Every missed month resulted in the same — .a negative pregnancy test I truthfully didn’t expect this month to be any different (after all I was on The Pill). Well apparently The Pill isn’t a permanent protection especially when the woman (namely myself) decides because her period started late she’s going to start her birth control late too. But as we all quickly learn that life is ironic, isn’t it?
So on the fateful Monday morning on my way home from physical therapy I dropped into the local Fred Meyer and purchased yet another pregnancy test. Persistently impatient I decided to take the pregnancy test in the Fred Meyer restroom — .proof positive. For the longest time I gazed down at the digital pregnancy test reading: Positive. In those few moments every emotion known to man played upon my face: shock, surprise, worry and finally the tears began to flow. How was I going to tell my husband I was pregnant or that we were expecting? On the drive home I attempted to compose myself but all I did was just decompose myself even more. I was convinced my husband was going to be angry, mad or maybe even just plain furious. Instead he was very supportive and understanding albeit a bit shocked. I just need to remember next time after a confirmed positive pregnancy blood test it maybe easier to wait to wait until he gets home rather than at the car dealership to confirm the good news with him. Something about shocked husbands/expectant fathers having too much time to think and drive (no worries, there were no car accidents yet……).