My Name is Victory!

TOUCHDOWN!  

The test read two beautiful, PINK lines!  I don’t think I have ever seen such a beautiful sight!  Who knew urine on a stick would make you feel so blissfully doggone happy????

It was 3 o’clock in the morning, and I was silently squealing in the bathroom so as to not wake my husband and our 2 year old…but I HAD to tell SOMEONE!  But WHO? WHO could I wake upat 3 am and share this with? I placed my hand tightly over my mouth and “screamed” so hard, and so loud, it’s a wonder I did not wet myself again!

I bounded up the stairs—“magic” wand in hand, and ran up on my niece who is staying with us, and squealed.  “LOOOOK!!!”  When I did not get the reaction I wanted from her (she snored and rolled over); I resorted to Plan B—I yanked the covers off of her and squealed—demanding that she look at the stick too.  

When she didn’t respond to the covers being dragged off of her, I raced to the light switch and flipped the switch, flooding the room with glorious (only to me) light.  She begrudgingly woke up, grumbling the entire time.  Something totally nonsensical about wanting to kill me because it was so early: blah, blah, blah, and some nonsense like that…you know, typical sleep talk.  Lol. 

I shoved the stick in her face, and tried to act as if I were calm… “Does this mean, pregnant?” I asked…trying to sound refined, and dignified.

“Go away, Aunt Kenitra!” She grumbled. 

“Come ON! I came to share this moment with you! Besides…will the pink lines still be there when it’s time to really wake up? I mean, do they like, disappear as the pee dries?” 

She just stared at me in disbelief.  “Pee dries? Do you know how long it will take for that to happen? The pee doesn’t just leave, Auntie! It’ll still be there in the morning…later, in the morning! Go away!”

Dejected, I stuck out my bottom lip with dramatic flair, turned and left. She was clearly not as excited as I was.  The old fuddy duddy!  

And so, I went back to bed…smile wider than the front door…but I went back to bed. I could not tell my husband right then—I did not want to disturb him: he’s finishing up his Master’s degree, and had been up doing homework until 1:30ish in the morning, while at the same time, he had pulled a twelve hour shift at work that day…no…I would let him sleep, and tell him in the morning...two songs this time--working interchangably together...."I called on The Lord, all night long, and I wouldn't let go, until He blessed my soul, I'm a witness....that He came through"........."MY NAME IS VICTORY!"