My bladder woke me up at 5:30am this morning. I tried very hard to get it to let me sleep, but it just wouldn’t relent. I knew that the first pee of the morning had to be dedicated to a home pregnancy test, so I stumbled out of bed, flipped on the light in the bathroom and tried to get some sort of cognitive awareness to break through the fog of sleep. As I attempted to focus my eyes on the instructions, I gave myself another pep talk. “It’s ok either way. Don’t get your hopes up, it could just be really bad PMS.” And then I remembered that I started crying during a Folgers commercial the other night . . . that seems a bit extreme, even for my emotional self!
I took the test and within seconds, a blue line appeared . . . a blue line indicating that yes, indeed, I am pregnant! I tried desperately to re-focus my eyes and make sure I was reading it right. I looked at the instructions, and I looked at the test again and again . . . yep, there was no mistaking it – that blue line was bright and clear! Holy Moly!
I had all these grand plans of how I was going to tell Aaron when we eventually got pregnant. Did I do any of them? No. Instead, I went back into the bedroom and poked him with my finger and said “Hey, sorry to wake you, but you’re going to be a daddy.” At which point, he rolled over and said, “Wait, really? That’s ok, you can wake me up for that kind of news.” Then I made him get up and double-check my reading of the test, you know, just in case I was wrong or dreaming it.
I guess that makes this the most thankful Thanksgiving ever! We stayed awake for a little while talking about it and when we would tell people. We’re not going to tell anyone today – it’s way too soon. Though, if people notice me not drinking at Thanksgiving, it might be hard. That’s actually the main reason I took the test today – I needed to know if I could have some wine with my Thanksgiving dinner.
I need to make a doctor’s appointment. There’s so much to do around the house. I’m really excited, but also a little overwhelmed.