I apologize for my long absence. As you can see, things have been busy around here.
After 60 hours of periodically looking at these two little pink lines, the only thing I can think of to say is, “No rabbits were harmed in the making of these test results.”
Apparently, being pregnant means that it’s okay to – in an otherwise mentally sound household – keep a urine specimen lying around for an unspecified period of time, checking in on it every now and then (e.g. every time I go to the bathroom: which is a lot), just in case the results have changed.
You must understand, these two pink lines are the only evidence I have that there is another creature taking root and growing inside my body. Oh, sure, my tits are a little tender, but nothing I would probably otherwise notice. Yes, my nipples are suddenly quite pronounced, standing at attention the likes of which I have never seen on my body, and I’m grateful that it’s winter and I’m always wearing several layers. (I do not know how I will handle this situation in a few months; I’m counting on not giving a shit by then.) Just why are the breasts the first thing to change? Doesn’t that seem like a pretty low priority? Shouldn’t we be dedicating more resources to developing that placenta, the better to nourish my baby with? Breasts: stand down for awhile, all right? We’ll get to you! And yes, I’ve been ready for bed by 9:30 every night for the last week, and I’ve been having bouts of slight queasiness for the last few days (but I’m saying that’s just all in my head because it didn’t start until I took the pregnancy test; by this logic, every single symptom I have for the next 8 months will be all in my head).
But none of that is terribly substantial. None of it definitively says, “Baby!” So I keep looking at the pee stick to reassure myself that I didn’t just accidentally see two lines the other 900 times I looked at it and that there really are two lines there.
I’ll get back to you when I’m more capable of complex thought and when it isn’t 20 minutes past my new bedtime.
Being in my 7th month now, I look back and I was the same way – always looking at those 2 pink lines. I remember taking the test and waking my husband up immediately to confirm that I wasn’t just seeing things.
It’s real though! Congratulations!
Woah.
Whoa is right. Congratulations, Jo and Husband!
OK – wait! What?! I’m going to be a grandma-by-friendship?! OH. MY. GOD. This is so damned exciting. Of course it will be a girl…and she will probably look a little like me. After all, I married her parents.
And then, of course, there are the for real grandparents. Probably not terribly excited, are they? Hah!
Congratulations my dears!!! I am extremely happy for you, and wish you an easy-peasy pregnancy.
jlolsen: Glad to know I’m not the only one. I confess it’s a small relief to know that the World Wide Web also sees two lines in that picture and that it’s not just us. Good luck!
CDP: See, that’s what I like about you: you’re so concise.
Bastard: I’m afraid I can’t allow you to drive my little one anywhere. And I think that evening at an English pub is going to have to wait.
PJ: OK, that’s one vote for a girl. And no, the grandparents are totally calm, cool, collected, and not at all beside themselves with excitement. They are definitely not planning Christmas presents yet, or scheming to get from my grandparents the little Jeep that my grandfather built for my uncle in the 50s for Baby to drive in five years or so. Nope, nope, nope. Easy-peasy is the goal. In one week I have gone through half a bag of oyster crackers.