Last night as I lay in bed, I told Hubs that in the morning, it would be 10 years since the day I found out I was pregnant with M1. My mom even called today because she remembered. Opening day for a favorite baseball team and the news of a new baby...memorable.
I remember how, for two years at least, the struggle of becoming pregnant nearly overtook me. It consumed every waking minute. And, finally, my OB/GYN took pity on me and after months of charting gave me an introductory, 10 mg dose of Clomid. I took it and charted and, for some reason, determined it had not worked. I waited to receive the telltale sign that no baby was on board, but it didn't come...that didn't mean anything in my book as my period had been irregular from day one. I knew my doctor would make me take a pregnancy test before giving me medication to start my period so I could do another cycle of Clomid. I didn't want a repeat of the previous month where, knowing I was not pregnant, I was still subjected to a test at the doctor's office and the nurse's, "Nope. Negative." I nearly lost it in the office! I decided testing at home was the way to go.
I took the test...probably the 100th by that point and set about brushing my teeth. I looked down and there, on that damn test were the results I'd literally gone cross-eyed trying to see several times prior to that.
I grabbed the test stick and ran into the kitchen, toothbrush still in my mouth. I looked like a rabid dog, wild-eyed with minty foam escaping the corners of my mouth.
My first husband, ironing a shirt, looked up, confused.
"Do you see what I see?!" I screamed. "Do you SEE what I SEE?!"
Completely straight-faced, he looks at me and says, "Okay. First of all, I'm pretty sure you just peed on that thing so can you stop waving it around and sticking it in my face? Second, I can't understand what you're saying with all that toothpaste in your mouth." He has a terrific sense of humor and a wonderful sense of comedic timing...I laughed about it then and I still do each time I think of that look on his face.
I ran to the kitchen sink, spit out the toothpaste and repeated my question.
He saw what I saw. Two pink lines.
We went to the doctor for confirmation. He looked at my chart and said, "A baby girl around Thanksgiving." He's a pretty bright guy.
Every day when I look at her I have to remind myself that sometimes, it might take a long time for a prayer to be answered, but when it is...LOOK OUT. I didn't even know you could ask for such a great kid. Thank goodness God has that all figured out anyway.