I was just reading a fellow blogger's pregnancy announcement and story of when she took the positive test and couldn't help but think back to my own pregnancy test last October.
When we moved to Denver we decided we might as well give it a try and work on adding a new Brewer to the bunch. Well after one short month of trying I decided I would take a pregnancy test, of course I took it before my missed period, but I was sure it would give me accurate information anyway.
Well that test was negative.
I just brushed it off and figured we'd try again and that we had nothing to worry about as the past month had been more than stressful with a cross-country move and that the next month would "work".
Well 6 days later, I was 4 days late and so despite my hesitation and strong feeling that I was NOT pregnant I bought another test. I planned on taking it before Chris got home but he came home early that day so while he was changing out of his work clothes I ran up to our guest room bathroom and took the test.
As I heard Chris moving around downstairs, I anxiously waited for the test to produce a result. If it was negative I planned on heading downstairs, grabbing a beer and ordering some dinner and not even mentioning it to Chris as he thought I was crazy for continuing to take tests.
1 1/2 minutes later and I had my answer. When that pink plus sign appeared I about fell over. I was beyond shocked and thrilled and overwhelmed and exploding with emotion. I picked up the test and walked down the stairs right as Chris walked out of our room.
I literally could not speak.
I shakily held up the test and sat down on the stairs as he looked at the test, then looked at me, then the test, then me, before finally saying "Are you serious?!"
He reached down to pull me into a hug but I was frozen. It was as if my brain was so focused on this news that I couldn't move. After a few seconds I started bawling and hugged him and cried and cried and cried knowing that in 9 short months we would be parents!