When I saw two lines

Early Sunday morning hubby got up and headed out with his friends to the Chief’s game. I had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom so I didn’t really have to go quite yet. Around 7:15 I grabbed the last of the Equate brand pregnancy tests out of the box and peed. One one-thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, four one thousand, five one thousand…

I sat the test on the sink counter and watched the liquid move through and the test line form into a strong, lonely, blue line. It had only been about 30 seconds but I assumed it was negative just like the rest of them. Oh well, there’s always November…

I walked out of the bathroom, leaving the test to think a little while longer, just in case, and went to check a few minutes later. In all the tests I had taken, I had never seen anything remotely close to resembling a line. It was always crystal clear that I was definitely not pregnant. This time it was different though, there was a very faint resemblance of a blue line. Or was it? I stared, I squinted, I held it up into the light… it looked blue to me.

HOLY SHIT, IT LOOKS BLUE TO ME!

I needed confirmation. I need someone, anyone, to look at me and say yes Liz, that is a blue line. I shoved the pee soaked stick in Mosley’s face demanding an answer but received nothing. I told both the dogs (please excuse the language here people but hello, I was looking at a blue line for heaven’s sake) “I’m fucking pregnant! I’m fucking pregnant!”

My mom was in town and heading my way shortly from her hotel so I picked up the phone and when she answered I said, “You’d better hurry. I took a pregnancy test and I think it’s positive.”

She confirmed that I wasn’t completely crazy and suggested I take another. We made a quick trip to WalMart and the next test was the same; a faint, this time pink, line.

Wow. We had done it. We had made a baby.

I’M PREGNANT!