THE TEST

My wife is usually on time.  Whether its being on time for work, dinner, or an event (especially weddings), she lives by the "If you're on time you're late, if you're early you're on time" mantra.  Well a couple of months ago my wife was not on time, if you know what I mean.  We make an extra effort to communicate well so she told me.  I didn't think anything about her not being on time the first day, the second day, or even the third day.  But on the fourth day I started to think it could be true. 

We previously agreed to "take" the pregnancy test together so we could share the experience of finding out together.  This was my idea because although finding out you're having a child can be exciting, it is a pretty big surprise and can be overwhelming.  Typically, the wife has had time to process things in her mind and by the time she tells her husband she is less overwhelmed and more excited.  Then she tells her husband, expecting him to be equally excited as she is but like her, he begins in the overwhelmed stage.  She thinks he isn't excited and the pregnant tears start to fall.  Just kidding, but seriously it happens all the time.

In an effort to prolong the inevitable, we procrastinated in taking the test.  I guess you could say we were studying.  We waited a couple of weeks and then randomly decided to stop and pick up a pregnancy test from CVS.  We didn't go to our neighborhood store because we didn't want to see anyone we knew and take the risk of a rumor flying around on facebook.  By the way, buying a pregnancy test is somewhat awkward.  You try to do it nonchalantly because if people see you with it, you think they picture you having sex. Katy made sure to keep her wedding ring in plain sight at all times and asked me to do the same. 

When we got home, we were incredibly nervous.  We were laughing, pacing, reading directions and asking questions to each other (as if we knew the answers) about how it was going to work.  We decided that after Katy took the test (aka peed on it) we would cover it up so that we could find out at the exact same time.  Katy peed on the test.  (The teacher in me finds it odd to say this.)  Now we were even more nervous.  We sat down on the bed, hugged, and prayed.  We thanked God for the past 4 years of marriage and prayed for many more to come.  We prayed that regardless of what the "test" said, we would thank God for the blessings in our life and trust his perfect timing for our lives and our family.   

We said Amen, took a deep breath, and walked over to the bathroom counter.  We took a deep breath again, held hands, and pulled the wrapper off of the test.  And there you have it.  We passed. 

We smiled.  We hugged.  We continued to laugh and pace nervously.  We checked the directions a few more times just to make sure it was true.

Are we sure the test was accurate?  Should we take another one just to be sure?  When do we go to the doctor?  When do we tell people?  How do we tell people?  When is the date?  Is it a boy or a girl?  What will we name him/her?....

I'll be sharing the answers to these questions and the rest of this adventure here on the blog.  We sure would appreciate your prayers. :)