A year ago (on Thursday, but I will be out of town), I was house/dog sitting for my parents. I woke up anxious, bright & early at 5:30 to test. My boobs were sore & I was uncharacteristically hungry. We had been trying, but I wasn't very optimistic as I had seen so many "negatives" in the past.
I unwrapped the test, peed & set it on the edge of the bathtub. Washed my hands, brushed my teeth, all while my heart was pounding. Peaked at the test before the 3 minutes were up & had to look twice. There it was. The faintest second pink line I had ever seen. But it was there. I was PREGNANT. I was shaking, crying & laughing all at the same time. I couldn't believe it.
I picked up my phone & dialed my husband's number. He was at our house, while I stayed at my parent's. "Hello?" he mumbled. "Are you ready to be a daddy?" I asked him. "NO WAY!, It's positive???!" He asked. "YES! The second line is sooo faint, but it's there. We're going to have a baby!!!" I exclaimed.
It's truly amazing to me that in one year, things can go from this:
To this... 8 weeks Pregnant
To this... 25 Weeks Pregnant
To this...39 Weeks Pregnant
To this... a few minutes old: 8/30/10
To now...3 Months Old!
And as I sit here with chills & my little girl playing & cooing next to me, I am still amazed that it all started with those two pink lines.
p.s. We leave for St. Louis tomorrow at 6am. May the force be with us. I'm terrified.