On Valentine’s Day, I peed on a stick for the first time in my life. How I made it to 36 without doing it before, I have no idea. Blame it on my regular cycle combined with my "No babies, no babies" mantra. This time, I patiently left it on the bathroom sink for the allotted three minutes and laid back down with Pete while we waited. After about a minute, I sprang back up and went to the bathroom. I squinted and prayed for a second line. Faintly, a second line appeared. Pete and I looked at each other.
“Do you think that’s a line?” I asked Pete.
“I can barely see it,” he said.
“I don’t know. I think that’s a second line. I’ll do it again tomorrow morning and see what it says.”
It was all very calm and business-like. And we waited. I went to spin class with this potential secret growing inside of me, and to work where I continued to feel fine.
Friday morning I peed on a different brand of stick. A blue line appeared, but again it wasn’t dark blue like the test line.
I wasn’t as patient this time so I ran off to my friend the internet, and typed in “faint line, pregnancy test.” Sure enough, it told me that ANY second line means that you are indeed creating a child.
“Pete, I think we really are going to have a baby,” I yelled from the computer.
“Wow. That was easy.”
“Don’t jinx us for the next time!”
“Right. We should keep practicing.”
So, it’s true. We made a baby the first time we tried after preparing for it to take six months to a year. Apparently, we are in the 20% who hit the jackpot on round one. We are just now getting over the shock that we are actually going to have a baby at the end of October.
** It’s super early and we really shouldn’t tell anyone, but we did. And now I’m telling the internet because there is way too much going on not to write about it.