Preface
I've never been the woman who was absolutely certain she wanted children, the woman who just knew that's why she was put on this earth. Honestly, I felt I could be happy either way. But my fiance was certain, and so the decision was made: we would try. The plan was pretty simple; we'd get married in April 2017 and then start trying. I'd be 36 years-old by that point, so there wouldn't be much time to waste. Well, things don't always work out the way you plan them. Sometimes, if you're really lucky, they work out even better.
On August 17th, 2016 I came home from work so completely drained of energy, I could barely stand up. I mean, there was NOTHING in the tank. I decided to take the next day off and rest up. Oh, and I just happened to be about four days late at that point. So, I figured, while I wasn't really doing anything else, I might as well take a home pregnancy test. One line = not pregnant, two lines = pregnant. When I tell you that second line showed up clear as day faster than a cheetah on speed, I am not exaggerating.
I called Ian's name, meeting him halfway down the stairs, rocking on shaky legs.
"So, um, we have a problem," I said.
Maybe that wasn't the right way to put it. It really wasn't so much a problem, as it was a shock, and, ultimately, the best thing that every happened in the history of happenings.
I've never been the woman who was absolutely certain she wanted children, the woman who just knew that's why she was put on this earth. Honestly, I felt I could be happy either way. But my fiance was certain, and so the decision was made: we would try. The plan was pretty simple; we'd get married in April 2017 and then start trying. I'd be 36 years-old by that point, so there wouldn't be much time to waste. Well, things don't always work out the way you plan them. Sometimes, if you're really lucky, they work out even better.
On August 17th, 2016 I came home from work so completely drained of energy, I could barely stand up. I mean, there was NOTHING in the tank. I decided to take the next day off and rest up. Oh, and I just happened to be about four days late at that point. So, I figured, while I wasn't really doing anything else, I might as well take a home pregnancy test. One line = not pregnant, two lines = pregnant. When I tell you that second line showed up clear as day faster than a cheetah on speed, I am not exaggerating.
I called Ian's name, meeting him halfway down the stairs, rocking on shaky legs.
"So, um, we have a problem," I said.
Maybe that wasn't the right way to put it. It really wasn't so much a problem, as it was a shock, and, ultimately, the best thing that every happened in the history of happenings.
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