have to go to the store.” The last thing I wanted to do was shuffle through Wal-Mart on a Saturday night.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I hoisted myself out of the recliner, twisted my hair in a loose knot, slipped on a pair of tattered flip flops and grabbed my keys to make the aggravating trip. The quicker I got the test, the quicker I could get stronger pain relief. Andrew’s cell phone went straight to voicemail. He was probably avoiding me so I couldn’t bug him about what time the game would be over. I scribbled him a note and walked out the door.
My fingers instinctively knew which key to reach Grace on speed-dial. Two. She answered immediately.
“Grace, I have awful cramps and they won’t give me any meds until I take a pregnancy test. Isn’t that nuts? There’s no way in hell. Andrew won’t answer the phone.”
Grace squealed. “You better let me know immediately! Oh my goodness. I’m so excited. I need a Xanax. I won’t sleep tonight if you don’t let me know.”
I rolled my eyes. “Grace, I’m not pregnant. The pain was like this before.”
“Jana, I can see you rolling your eyes at me.”
I purchased the cheapest test available and rushed home, my abdomen still throbbing. Two glasses of Sprite and it still took me twenty minutes to pee.
I put the test down on the counter to wait for the minus sign to pop up. In an effort to distract myself, I grabbed a load of laundry to start. After starting the washer, I spotted the huge load in the dryer that needed to be folded. As I tackled the mountain of clothes we accumulated over the previous week, it dawned on me that I had dried three of Andrew’s favorite Polo shirts. Oops. I had been ruining his shirts for years in my failing quest to become a Proverbs 31 wife.
The pregnancy test, I remembered thirty minutes later. I folded two more wrinkled undershirts and then grabbed my cell phone, ready to call the dejected nurse with my negative result.
Wincing at the sharp pain radiating throughout my lower abdomen, I started to dial the doctor’s office as I sauntered into my bathroom.
I picked up the test and dropped my phone, narrowly missing the toilet.
No way.
It was positive. A dark purple plus sign stared at me. My whole world darkened except for that ominous glowing plus sign.
Oh. My. God.
“Wow,” I whispered aloud to the air around me. “Yay…?” How was I supposed to feel? Shocked? Yes, definitely. Excited? Somewhat. Panicked? Absolutely! It wasn’t supposed to happen this fast…
“Jana, it can take a year to conceive after being on birth control so long, and you have a family history of fertility issues.” I watched my doctor scan my medical record. “Just realize that pregnancy probably won’t happen overnight.”
My doctor and my mother-in-law were both dead wrong.
I froze in place for what seemed like ages, followed by a compulsive gallivant around my bedroom, my heart racing wildly. I was going to be a mother! I dialed Andrew’s number at least ten times, and then Gavin’s at least five. No answer.
What are they going to say at work? Before the fear could engulf me, I forced the thought out of my mind. This was my moment.
Caught in a frenzy of panic and ecstasy, I frantically administered the other two tests in the pack. Two purple plus signs. There was no mistake; I was definitely pregnant.
Andrew finally called back an hour after I’d seen the first positive result. “You need to come home,” I demanded. “I have something to tell you.”
“Oh, c’mon, can’t it wait?” he whined. I could hear the television in the background. “Hey, man, did you see that?” he called to Gavin.
“No, really, it can’t wait. I need for you to come home now .”
“Jana, I’ve spent a lot of time with you today,” Andrew replied dryly. I imagined an agitated scowl crossing his sun-burnt face. “We had breakfast, lunch, and spent most of the afternoon together. I’ll see you in a little while.”
I used the razor sharp
“Yes, ma’am.”
I hoisted myself out of the recliner, twisted my hair in a loose knot, slipped on a pair of tattered flip flops and grabbed my keys to make the aggravating trip. The quicker I got the test, the quicker I could get stronger pain relief. Andrew’s cell phone went straight to voicemail. He was probably avoiding me so I couldn’t bug him about what time the game would be over. I scribbled him a note and walked out the door.
My fingers instinctively knew which key to reach Grace on speed-dial. Two. She answered immediately.
“Grace, I have awful cramps and they won’t give me any meds until I take a pregnancy test. Isn’t that nuts? There’s no way in hell. Andrew won’t answer the phone.”
Grace squealed. “You better let me know immediately! Oh my goodness. I’m so excited. I need a Xanax. I won’t sleep tonight if you don’t let me know.”
I rolled my eyes. “Grace, I’m not pregnant. The pain was like this before.”
“Jana, I can see you rolling your eyes at me.”
I purchased the cheapest test available and rushed home, my abdomen still throbbing. Two glasses of Sprite and it still took me twenty minutes to pee.
I put the test down on the counter to wait for the minus sign to pop up. In an effort to distract myself, I grabbed a load of laundry to start. After starting the washer, I spotted the huge load in the dryer that needed to be folded. As I tackled the mountain of clothes we accumulated over the previous week, it dawned on me that I had dried three of Andrew’s favorite Polo shirts. Oops. I had been ruining his shirts for years in my failing quest to become a Proverbs 31 wife.
The pregnancy test, I remembered thirty minutes later. I folded two more wrinkled undershirts and then grabbed my cell phone, ready to call the dejected nurse with my negative result.
Wincing at the sharp pain radiating throughout my lower abdomen, I started to dial the doctor’s office as I sauntered into my bathroom.
I picked up the test and dropped my phone, narrowly missing the toilet.
No way.
It was positive. A dark purple plus sign stared at me. My whole world darkened except for that ominous glowing plus sign.
Oh. My. God.
“Wow,” I whispered aloud to the air around me. “Yay…?” How was I supposed to feel? Shocked? Yes, definitely. Excited? Somewhat. Panicked? Absolutely! It wasn’t supposed to happen this fast…
“Jana, it can take a year to conceive after being on birth control so long, and you have a family history of fertility issues.” I watched my doctor scan my medical record. “Just realize that pregnancy probably won’t happen overnight.”
My doctor and my mother-in-law were both dead wrong.
I froze in place for what seemed like ages, followed by a compulsive gallivant around my bedroom, my heart racing wildly. I was going to be a mother! I dialed Andrew’s number at least ten times, and then Gavin’s at least five. No answer.
What are they going to say at work? Before the fear could engulf me, I forced the thought out of my mind. This was my moment.
Caught in a frenzy of panic and ecstasy, I frantically administered the other two tests in the pack. Two purple plus signs. There was no mistake; I was definitely pregnant.
Andrew finally called back an hour after I’d seen the first positive result. “You need to come home,” I demanded. “I have something to tell you.”
“Oh, c’mon, can’t it wait?” he whined. I could hear the television in the background. “Hey, man, did you see that?” he called to Gavin.
“No, really, it can’t wait. I need for you to come home now .”
“Jana, I’ve spent a lot of time with you today,” Andrew replied dryly. I imagined an agitated scowl crossing his sun-burnt face. “We had breakfast, lunch, and spent most of the afternoon together. I’ll see you in a little while.”
I used the razor sharp
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