taking the test

Monday, June 02, 2008

Josh and I have been ready for kids pretty much since the day we got married. It's just always been something we wanted. We knew we had to wait until Josh was done with school and working a stable job. Last year we felt like we were slowly getting to a place where we could seriously consider kids. Although at times we thought we'd just go for it, we (responsibly) waited until we were a little more financially set. We decided that January was going to be our month to start. I even started tracking my basal temperature in November so we would be prepared. (Once we set our minds to something, we get determined!)

The pretty crazy thing is that I knew from day one that we got pregnant. Five days after (still too early to test), I remember saying to Josh "I think I'm pregnant". He replied, "I think so too". The pregnancy tests I had were calling for me but I kept waiting. I tried to convince Josh to let me test on the 9th day after but he was determined that we wait until 10 days. (Which also happened to be his birthday.) Those were the longest ten days of my life! (For those who haven't tried to conceive, many women call this time period 2WW as in "two week wait"...and it sucks.)

The morning of his birthday I woke up around 6:30 and quickly took my temperature hoping for a still elevated temp. My temperature was still high (a sign of pregnancy) so I ran to the bathroom. Of course I had to pee so bad but I was determined to do that test. Those darn wrappers are impossible to get open! Finally I ripped it open with my teeth and took the test. I laid it on the sink and right away the control line came up. I thought, "Oh crap, it's going to be negative." But then, wait...a faint pink line was already appearing??? My heart started to pound and my hands were shaking. I said out loud, "Calm down, Kimberly. Wait the recommended time." I decided to head out to the kitchen for a drink of water.

When I finally couldn't wait any longer, I went back to the bathroom. I picked up the test. Sure enough, two pink lines. Holy crap, I'm pregnant. So I paced around the apartment for five minutes trying to decide if I should wake Josh up, how I would tell him, what I would say... Finally I hopped into bed and nudged him a little.

"Josh... Josh... Happy birthday!"
Josh smiled sleepily.
"Guess what? You're going to be a daddy!"
His eyes got huge and he pulled me into a hug.

I'm pretty sure that's the best birthday present I could ever give him. I won't even try topping it next year.

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posted by kimberly, 7:37 AM