I've been wanting to write this down for a long time, and since the kids are finally two years old, I think it's imperative I do it soon before I forget.
My husband and I had talked about kids since we were married in October 2000. Our goal was to wait until we had both attained our professional engineering license to get pregnant and have kids. Randy struggled to get his surveying license, and his quest for the PE was delayed. However, I tested for mine, as scheduled, in late October 2003.
Once the test was over, we decided to start trying. After all, at our age, it would most likely take at least 6 months to get pregnant. No stress, no hurry - we were still young.
In the middle of November, my friend Angie called and asked if I wanted to go have a beer after work. I thought yes, but what if I was just barely pregnant. That would be horrible. So, I decided to take a pregnancy test...it came back with a very faint second line. I hadn't missed my period yet - I must be illisuing things. But, I didn't have a beer.
The next morning, I took another pregnancy test...just to see if the previous night was a fluke. Well, this time the second line was there, but it was even lighter than the night before. Surely a fluke, but a part of me just kept saying...hmmm....
So, the next morning (a Thursday), I took yet another pregnancy test. However, this time I had gone to the drug store and picked up a digital pregnancy test that would say "yes" or "no" versus trying to figure out whether the second line really counted or not. At around 5:00 a.m. that morning, I took the test...and viola, within 2 minutes, it said "yes".
I promptly ran into the bedroom where my husband quietly slept and pounced on him - we're pregnant. I don't think he believed the results, either. As he pointed out, "you promised me we'd have to try for at least 6 months..."