It was a year ago, this morning, that I stood in my bathrobe waiting. Bare feet on the bathroom linoleum, I read the instructions one last time and set the timer. Dimly, I heard my husband getting ready for work, moving back and forth in our bedroom on the other side of the wall. I bit my lip. What to think? And then the timer went off. I stopped it in a flash and picked up the little wand. Staring back at me was a little blue “+”, the kind that some women crave and other women dread. Which was I? I wasn’t sure, but took a breath and said, “Honey, our eggo is preggo!”, with a smile. He jumped for joy. And the rest is history. So while this day is the celebration of the birth of our nation, for me there will always be another, more personal, reason to celebrate.
So while the rest of the country celebrates the gaining of independence, you get to celebrate the losing of yours!!! LOL
How wonderful! And now you have a family, one of the most amazing blessings in the world!
I can’t wait to share that joy as well. Still no little ‘+’ for us, but not for lack of trying. :-)
Happy 4th of July! What a wonderful way to remember that moment. It really is a scary, amazing, wonderful feeling to see that double line or +.
And it was all worth it in the end!
This is a great story to tell on the 4th of July! I love it!
What a great thing to celebrate! Congrats on the beginning of what we know is the next phase of your life!
What a great reason to celebrate :-)
Love it!! July 4th was Josh’s half birthday–14 and a half. You will be amazed at how quickly you get to this point!
Hug that little guy from me please. :-)