Mr. T just informed me that I broke all the house rules this morning: No lights on before 6am and no phones in bed. But he agreed it was for good reason.
I woke up early to pee on the stick but was too afraid to look at it alone. I immediately stuck it back in the wrapper and went back to bed with the sleeping Mr. T, waiting for him to wake up so we could look at it together. Growing more anxious to see the result, and my husband still sleeping soundly, I asked him loudly, “Are you awake?”
And then he was.
“Are you ready to look?”
I said a prayer, as if God might change the test now to positive if it wasn’t already.
And there it was. Our third positive pregnancy test this year.
We celebrated our moment of happiness, but we both know that we still have to get the official results, and that the real two-week- wait to the first heartbeat and then the next 1-2 week wait to the second heartbeat has just begun.
I keep telling myself that this time will be different. This time we will graduate to our OB. This time I will get to meet my baby.
Baby, please stay.