On October 15th, I begged my mom for advil at the JMU Parents' Weekend Game. It was the second day of the few lovely ones we ladies get to experience every 30 days or do.
On November 6th, I got lightheaded teaching sunday school. Then I got famished. I left right after class was over and ate collard greens from a tin container in the Portico kitchen, along with 3 potato wedges dipped in ranch.
I thought, I've got to eat more protein in the morning.
On November 14th, I woke up to an explosion of acne on my chin. Growing up, I'd had a few blemishes pop up here and there, but never like this. I stood at my mirror and had N. count with me....11 zits. On ONE chin.
I thought, adult-onset acne, you are cruel and untimely.
On November 16th, I stopped at a McDonalds on the way to a friend's house, ordered a double quarter pounder with cheese, fries and a regular Coke and did not make it out of the parking lot before pulling over to eat it....all.
I thought, what a strange craving to have right before my.......holy cow.
On November 17th, I dropped by the CVS before my heading home for my lunch break. I got up to the counter and dropped my items before the cashier one by one: salt and vinegar chips, stool softener and two pregnant tests. The cashier looked me up and down: my chin sprinkled with red dots, my cleavage uncharacteristically making an appearance and my eyes, droopy with sleepiness. She looked at my items, then gave me this look, like
Girlfriend, I'll tell you right now you don't even need these tests. You. Are. Pregnant.
I raced home, gave N. a kiss on his cheek, waited for him to go back to work, then sprinted up the stairs to my bathroom. Turk sat next to me as I read the instructions. I peed. And within the 5 seconds that it took me to pull my pants and and reach to lay the test down, the results were clear:
Positive. There was nothing faint about these lines. Blue as blue can be.
"O.K." I said. "O.K., O.K." I kept repeating this.
I showed the test to my faithful dog. He sniffed at it and wagged like he knew what it meant.
I couldn't take my palm away from my belly for the rest of the day.
Is someone really in there? I kept asking him or her.
I told N. to sit down when he got home and he guessed it before I could even open my mouth.
"Are you pregnant?"
"Um. Wait. Let's sit down." ::sits down:: "Yes." There was a dumb smile on my face.
Neither of us cried. I think we were too shocked. N. got a dumb smile on his face, too.
On January 5th we heard the little one's heart beating.
We both sighed and leaned forward as if we'd hear more. We smiled and said "Do you hear that?!" to each other. N. whispered "Yes!" once the doctor finally found it.
It's the most amazing thing. We are blessed. And I can't wait to share the journey with you all.
Thank you, Lord. What a precious, unexpected little gift.
B (and baby B)