January 5, 2013
Anyway, off to the store I went. When I got home and took the test I set it on the counter, washed my hands, and turned to walk out of the bathroom as I quickly glanced toward the test, just to confirm it was negative. I was actually halfway through my bedroom before I stopped dead in my tracks and ran back in the bathroom to see those two little lines.
My reaction, unlike the test, was not immediately positive. I had just come to peace with having one child, and I've been busy making plans for school over the next year. Parker and I had talked about taking a trip to New York, and a semblance of a good night's sleep had returned to our household. As I started to think about life with two kids, I began to panic.
Over the last week, my attitude has changed a lot. All the things I was initially fretting over are all things that can wait. School can wait. New York can wait. Solid nights of sleep (...sniff...) can wait- for a couple months, anyway. I realized that this baby is a gift and the best kind of surprise, especially after a not so easy road to getting pregnant the first time around. I'm thankful. Parker has been positive from the get-go; his initial reaction was, "High five! Who needs sleep?"
Time is going to fly from now until August, I'm sure of it. But I'm ready- and excited- for the ride.