Finding Out I was Pregnant

Monday, July 1, 2019 started like any other day for my husband Jake and I. He got up early, made himself a nice breakfast, showered, watched ESPN and left the house early to ensure that he got to work at least 10 minutes before his shift started….overachiever. I got up late, ran around the house like a crazy person, threw on some clothes I got from the laundry pile that I never put away from the week before, grabbed a bagel to eat in the car and drove like a nascar driver to get to work 5 minutes late...the way it’s supposed to be. A typical morning in our household.

The work day ended up being a rough one for both of us. By 3pm all I could think of was having a nice big glass of wine when I got home. 5pm hit and I sprinted to my CRV like I was running the 500 meter dash. I turned on the ignition, cranked Spotify and flew out of the parking lot.

My drives home from work are where I get some of my best thinking done. I think about things ranging from the day I just had, the Kardashians to the latest episode of This Is Us, and if you’ve seen even one episode of that show you can understand that there were tears involved on those drives home. Okay...hysterically crying but honestly can you blame me? .

This particular drive home, though, it dawned on me out of the blue that I was late. Could I be pregnant? A fleeting thought because I sure didn’t feel pregnant. I was only a few days late and I had been late before and not been pregnant,so probably not now, right? But just to ease my curiosity I stopped at the local CVS to pick up a pregnancy test. Worst case scenario is another negative test and a well deserved glass of wine.

When I got home my husband and I sat on the couch and exchanged our war stories about the work day. We then decided to take a walk to clear our heads and pick up some booze on our way back home. Before we left, I mentioned I was late and had bought a pregnancy test and just wanted to take it before we left the house, just in case.

We were both calm about it, after all this had happened several times before and I was never pregnant. I went upstairs, took the test and changed into some sweatpants for the walk. I almost forgot to check the outcome of the test, I truly didn't think anything would come of it. I walked over, picked up the little Crayola

marker sized test, and saw the word “pregnant”. My mind was blown and I immediately shouted “oh my god it says I’m pregnant” with tears already flowing down my face. I heard a “shut the f up” from my husband who was still downstairs on the couch, the click of the couch recliner being put back into place and the sound of my husband thundering up the stairs before he arrived on the scene.

I didn’t know what to do or say. I was full of so many different thoughts and emotions and I wouldn’t let my husband hug or touch me for the first few minutes. I couldn’t, I could only stand in the corner of the bathroom crying. Deep down I thought I couldn't get pregnant for some reason, that maybe it just wasn’t in the cards for us, but there I was, a crying pregnant lady nonetheless.

After the initial shock wore off, there were a lot of hugs, kisses and more tears of joy. We took our walk that day, excitedly talking about the future but there was no stop at the liquor store for me.

“Waiting for this baby is like picking up someone from the airport but you don’t know who they are or what time their flight comes in” - unknown