My sister came over to my house over the weekend in search of a specific picture from our childhood. While elbow deep in the throes of my cedar chest I came across the pregnancy test that I had taken over 4 years ago. Neatly sealed in a ziplock page but showing age I was instantly transported back in time.
It was Sunday morning and I was going to volunteer at a local fundraiser. I was so upset because my period was late and there was only one explaination, there had to be something wrong with my cycle. After 18 months of one horrible pregnancy test after another showing one line I knew there was no way that I could be pregnant but I also knew the first thing the Doctor's office would ask when I called on Monday would be if I had taken one. So there I was, in my bathroom, hair a mess, teeth unbrushed peeing on yet another stick. As I pulled the stick away and glanced to make sure it was working properly, I saw it. A little pink line that I had never seen before. There it was almost instantly. I gave it another second and yet another line showed up and my head started going crazy. The test must be defective. Nope, the control line is there. I must be looking at it wrong. Cue my head instantly turning from one side to the other. Still two lines. Really? Dozens of times I had sat in this exact same spot. Dozens of times there was only one line, how in the heck was there two?
I must have had the strangest look on my face as my husband walked in and asked what was wrong. All I could do was stare at him. He asked again, this time truly concerned. I held up the test and said a series of words that I will one day lie to my grandchildren about, Holy ******* **** , there are two lines.
The flood of emotions were unreal. Happiness, disbelief, scared, back to disbelief and then happiness again. I knew one thing in that moment, looking at that stick covered with pee, my life was changing forever and it would never be the same, it was changed in the most glorious of ways.