The Discovery

I stayed home sick on October 31 and decided to take a pregnancy test. I had suspected that I was pregnant, but I did not want to take a test right away, and I really did not want to take a test on Halloween. (It just seems like such a dark holiday to find out something so exciting.) I drove to the drugstore to buy a test, feeling like a fool the entire time. I was sick and just wanted to be in bed, not to mention I was only a day late. I took the test and saw the single line immediately, but no second line. I was disappointed, but not surprised. A minute later I picked up the test to throw it away and saw the second line. I couldn't believe it. I checked the directions that came with the test and reread them a few times, all the while saying, "Oh my God, Oh my God!" I continued to say it all the way to Larry's work. I prayed and screamed and shook until I arrived at Larry's work when I finally called him. I asked him where he was, that I needed him. Thankfully, he was in a building by himself. I drove to where he was and he was walking up to my car. I got out with the test and the directions (in case he didn't believe me). All I could do was show him and say, "We're pregnant!" He dealt with his shock a little more quietly than me, but we were able to sit alone together for a few minutes to digest the news. And now that he has digested it, he is VERY excited! He drives me crazy making sure that I am drinking enough milk and eating right. One thing's for sure, he's already being a great dad! Later that day I realized it was Halloween, but by that point, I didn't care! Everything important in our relationship has happened on a holiday, and that has never been our intention. Our first date was Cinco de Mayo, we got married on Memorial Day weekend, found out we were pregnant on Halloween, and now we can't help but wonder, will our July 8 due date turn into a July 4th baby? We'll find out!