Two days ago, I found out I was pregnant.
My husband and I hadn’t exactly been trying to get pregnant, but at the same time, we were at that sickeningly-cute stage of our marriage where we would praise each other on what fantastic parents we would both make. We would also coo over kids camping supplies, like mini fishing rods and tiny camp chairs. We’d say sentences like, “When we have a baby, we’re not going to stop travelling or doing cool stuff are we?”.
I was also a frequent wanderer in the baby sections of large department stores, like Target. I’d make it quick though, cause I didn’t want people I know to see me and think that I was just a tiny bit sad..
So how did I find out? Well naturally, my little monthly visitor that reminds me that I’m not pregnant, didn’t come. Parts of me were sorer than usual. I started getting suspicious, and to be honest, I just felt different. So I went to the supermarket and bought a pregnancy test.
The test sat there on the table for a while in the shopping bag because I had to build myself up to the agonising three-minute wait. How could I not look at it while it develops little lines that will change my life forever?
I fought whatever was holding me back, and I weed on the stick. Probably one of the less glamorous things I have done in my life. I put the cap back on, turned it over and busied myself.
In my head I was preparing myself for a negative result. I knew, that despite the potential pregnancy being unplanned, that I wanted it to be positive. For some reason it just felt right and I was already daydreaming about a tiny little baby and imagining the future ahead of us.
After a while, I knew what had to be done, I walked over to the little plastic wee-sodden stick and turn it over.
Two thick lines.
No effing way. It can’t be. What?
Pregnant is two lines. I’m pregnant. Me? I’m pregnant. *laughs and giggles* Pregnant. Me and John parents? We are going to be parents? No way. *giggles*, *stares into space for 15 minutes*, *looks back at stick*, *giggles more*.
They say that you can’t really plan to have kids, that it just happens, and I am now a convert to that theory.
Now it is time to be elated, be scared, be confused and be excited about the journey or the next 9 months, and the time after that. That time where it won’t just be the two of us making decisions about travel and adventure anymore, it will be the three of us.
I can’t wait for that adventure.