A little bit pregnant. July 2011.
It was a year ago today that we found out I was pregnant with you. Excitement and elation don't even begin to describe how I felt when I realized you were growing in my belly. I remember feeling anxious on the Friday night that I decided to take a pregnancy test. It was still a day or two before my period but I was feeling unusually optimistic that month. Something just felt different. I didn't tell your Dad I was going to take one but after dinner I went into the bathroom and took a pregnancy test. As I was washing my hands, I glanced over at the test strip and saw a faint little second line appearing. Doing a double take I quickly grabbed the test and ran out to your Dad and asked him...
Me: "How many lines do you see?"
Me: "You see two? Are you sure you see two?"
Dad: "Ya. I see two. Why? What does that mean?"
Me: "Two lines mean I am pregnant!!"
In all the previous months of taking those tests, I had never seen two lines before. But I had wanted to so badly. And now there they were. Two beautiful little lines full of hope. Full of promise. Full of dreams. I was finally pregnant and I was so excited to meet you. Your birth day couldn't come quickly enough. Those nine and a half months were, at times, excruciatingly long but I wouldn't change a thing.
Because you are here and you are perfect. And I love you so much.
Alice in Neon. July 2012.