So, we're gonna be four....
After three days of testing with a total of nine (yes, NINE) home pregnancy tests, it's official. The Wilsons are going to be a family of four come August 2006.
We're still in a bit of a state of shock, but giddy with glee nonetheless. It all worked out with perfect timing, with our children being 23 months apart (what I was hoping for....literally to the month).
I actually found out way earlier this time around, so I was understandably uncertain. I have spent hours online, searching medical sites, posting on forums....the verdict by all was "a line is a line, no matter how faint." There's definitely a line. See for yourself.
So why is it, then, that people like me still don't believe it after NINE consecutive tests showing the same thing? Am I unrealistically thinking that if I just tested ONE more time, the line would darken suddenly to a dark red? Improbable. Yet my Type-A personality shone through brilliantly in this case, and therefore, I tested again. And again. And again. Our desk drawer is full of these little plastic cartridges. I still can't believe it. I pull it open and look at every one ten times a day. (Again...what am I afraid of? That the lines will disappear? That I'll wake up out of a dream?)
So, I have come to acknowledge that I am pregnant. I know that the finality of it won't hit me until my doctor's appointment in three weeks, but I do have lots of symptoms to go on, too.
I'm tired. I'm breathless....poor Gardner, I can't even get through a lullaby when I sing to him at night. I'm veiny. I'm hungry....then full....then heartburned. I'm irritable. I'm giddy. My gums bleed when I floss. My sides hurt. My hips hurt. Mint tastes like muck. (You know something's up when you keep looking for an expiration date on your toothpaste tube, grimacing.) My dreams are off the charts (more so than usual). My back hurts. My skin is flawless. My hair is shiny. I cry at commercials.
Ahhh...the joys and wonders of it all. I consider it a pure privilege to be able to carry a child again. And this time.....oh, man. I am surrounded by so many friends who love me and who are excited for us. I am blessed a hundredfold.
We're still in a bit of a state of shock, but giddy with glee nonetheless. It all worked out with perfect timing, with our children being 23 months apart (what I was hoping for....literally to the month).
I actually found out way earlier this time around, so I was understandably uncertain. I have spent hours online, searching medical sites, posting on forums....the verdict by all was "a line is a line, no matter how faint." There's definitely a line. See for yourself.
So why is it, then, that people like me still don't believe it after NINE consecutive tests showing the same thing? Am I unrealistically thinking that if I just tested ONE more time, the line would darken suddenly to a dark red? Improbable. Yet my Type-A personality shone through brilliantly in this case, and therefore, I tested again. And again. And again. Our desk drawer is full of these little plastic cartridges. I still can't believe it. I pull it open and look at every one ten times a day. (Again...what am I afraid of? That the lines will disappear? That I'll wake up out of a dream?)So, I have come to acknowledge that I am pregnant. I know that the finality of it won't hit me until my doctor's appointment in three weeks, but I do have lots of symptoms to go on, too.
I'm tired. I'm breathless....poor Gardner, I can't even get through a lullaby when I sing to him at night. I'm veiny. I'm hungry....then full....then heartburned. I'm irritable. I'm giddy. My gums bleed when I floss. My sides hurt. My hips hurt. Mint tastes like muck. (You know something's up when you keep looking for an expiration date on your toothpaste tube, grimacing.) My dreams are off the charts (more so than usual). My back hurts. My skin is flawless. My hair is shiny. I cry at commercials.
Ahhh...the joys and wonders of it all. I consider it a pure privilege to be able to carry a child again. And this time.....oh, man. I am surrounded by so many friends who love me and who are excited for us. I am blessed a hundredfold.
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