September 24, 2002

Is it really real?

This morning, as I was stepping into the bathroom, Mike looked at me standing in the doorway and remarked that my breasts looked a little larger than normal. I had been dying to take a pregnancy test any way, even though it was early yet, so I decided "what the heck?" and broke out the little stick to pee on. I was floored to actually see two blue lines, albeit faint. I put the stick down, took my shower, looked at the stick again, then went to find Mike in the dining room to show him. That second line was so darn faint, he was convinced it was probably a false positive, and it did seem awfully early to me. We went our separate ways to work.

But I couldn't concentrate. So I used the magic of the wonderful world wide web to research how pregnancy tests work, and discovered that false positives are relatively unheard of (unless you are taking certain medications that I was not taking). Then I researched which brand of home pregnancy test was the most sensitive. Then I went out to CVS and bought a 5 pack of the suckers, and ran right to the bathroom to take another test. Two pink lines.

We had already made plans to attend Krempasky's weekly happy hour at Jay's. So I went there in a daze. Ordered water, but then, that's not that unusual for me; I am not a heavey drinker. Tried to maintain a facade of conversation on the usual politics and work topics, although inside I was just screaming. Finally, Mike and I left, and I wanted to shout from the rooftops, but had to be patient. He was so wound up from his work day and from happy hour conversation, he was still talking away on those topics.

In the car, Mike started telling me about the good day he had had at work, including the promise of a check from a client that had previously not been forthcoming with payment. That's when I blurted it out -- "That's a good thing, because you're going to be a DADDY!" The look on Mike's face at that point was just priceless. Luckily, we were on a deserted side street, because his jaw dropped, his eyes went wide, and he was so taken aback he almost lost control of the car. We had been wanting this, but had resigned ourselves to the possibility that it would take a year or more for it to happen. We kissed, we cried, I explained about false positives, when we got home, I showed him the stick I brought home from work.

I'm pregnant. There are a million thoughts running through my mind. Will it stick? Is this really going to happen? Is there really going to be a baby in our lives on June 6? Will I feel different? I don't feel different right now. I am afraid to get my hopes up. And yet, I am so hopeful.

Posted by Dineen at September 24, 2002 12:16 PM

What's this "we cried" stuff? I didn't cry. I might have kissed, but I didn't cry.

Posted by: Mike on May 28, 2003 12:04 AM

Sorry to impugne your manhood, darling, but there were tears there. Maybe not a gush, but tears nonetheless.

Posted by: Dineen on May 28, 2003 12:16 PM
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