Finding Out I’m Pregnant!

The happiest day of my life.

The happiest day of my life after my wedding day and before the day my son was born, was the day I found out I was pregnant.

I have mentioned before that my husband and I had wanted to have a baby for quite some time. From the first time we agreed to try to conceive to the moment of that positive pregnancy test was nearly three years.

I had spent a week at work feeling tired and strangely out of breath. I remember telling my boss as I was cleaning one day that I felt weird and jokingly told her, “Ha! Maybe I’m pregnant!” She said, “You better take a test.” I laughed it off at the time, but the more I thought about it the more I realized I had never quite felt the way I did.

Oh sure, I’d started my period a few days earlier, but come to think of it… It WAS super light. Nothing to really empty from the diva cup. Just some spotting. Hmmm…could I really be pregnant?

I had taken pregnancy tests before when I had experienced a couple late periods. My husband had been disappointed before, just as I had, so I decided I wasn’t going to say anything to him this time unless the outcome was a joyful one.

Of course, it was this night that our second vehicle was in the shop and so my husband picked me up from work. On the way home I asked if he would stop by the local pharmacy so I could pick up a couple things.

“What are you getting?” He asked.

“Something for me,” I replied.

“You’re buying a pregnancy test, aren’t you?” How does he know that?

“Yes, but I wasn’t planning to say anything to you about it, so let me be.”

“You’ve taken like 30 of those things.” He sighed.

“No.” I argued. “I have taken 6. Two 3-packs in 3 years. That’s hardly 30.”

“Well, it seems like you’ve taken a lot. Are you sure you want to buy these now?”

“Yes, I have my reasons. Please make the stop on the way home, honey.” I requested.

He did, and I bought another 3-pack of Clear Blue Pregnancy Tests, promising 99% accuracy. I honestly tried not to think too much of it. He was right, they’d just been a waste of money every other time. Maybe I should just go home. But I continued in my mission.

Prepping for the Test

Once we got home, I showered away the work day, and followed my normal getting-ready-for-bed-routine, making a point to read the test directions before going to sleep. I knew I had to wait for that first morning urine to have the best results (despite what the test directions said), and I didn’t want to try to “hold it” while I fiddled with reading them the next morning.

I went to sleep that night the same as every night, not truly expecting anything to be different in the morning.

The next morning in the 6 o’clock hour, nature’s call woke me and I went into the bathroom. Groggy with the new day, I would have forgotten my mission from the night before, had my night owl wisdom not laid everything out for me.

Doing the pee-pee dance, I hurriedly snapped the cap off the test stick and set to work. I set the test behind me on the top of the toilet and went about washing my hands… and washing my face… and brushing my teeth…, not daring to go near the pee stick that was bound to herald bad news again.

The Results

Once my 3 minutes were up, I nonchalantly walked over and picked up the test.

PREGNANT.

What?! I looked again.

PREGNANT.

I stared at that one, simple word in utter shock as my eyes filled up with tears.

I smiled. I was pregnant!

[Hannah] made a vow and said, “O LORD of hosts, if You will indeed look on the affliction of Your maidservant and remember me, and not forget Your maidservant, but will give Your maidservant a son, then I will give him to the LORD all the days of his life…”
1 Samuel 1:11a

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