Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'

I arrived at home, with my box of 3 tucked craftily in my purse.  I did NOT want to tell my husband anything until I knew more information.  I did not want him to get his hopes up, only to have them dashed if the test came back negative.  It was enough for me to have my hopes up as high as they were…misery loves company, but I would not do that to him—I would face this one alone for now…

Like a secret agent, I snuck in to the house with stealth like precision. ..Ok, so there was no stealthily sneaking…I have a two year old, so it was more like we trudged in to the house, dragging his baby bag from daycare, his sippie cup, Elmo, and of course, him.  Dropped everything at the front door while he went to pester his father, and I slipped unnoticed in to the bathroom, leaving Matthew alone with my niece and my husband—so I could read the instructions in peace.

However, you know what lesson I learned? That there is a reason someone invented locks for doors!  To keep nosey behind people OUT!  My husband meandered in and caught me reading the directions (like the nerd I am), and the expression on his face, was so priceless, I found myself wishing life came with a remote control so I could rewind the moment like a dvr and snap a picture of his face…snap a picture of my face, too! His mouth was all gaped open, eyes as wide as his mouth was open! Lol.

Mouth still wide open, he began to stutter.  I calmed him down, and explained to him what had been happening, and ran him out of the bathroom, assuring him I was not going to test until morning, and I would let him know then. After that, I locked the door, closed the lid to the toilet, and sat upon my “throne,” and finished reading the directions, trying to decide if I could in fact wait for morning to test, or would I pull my hair out in the interim.

Alas, I waited.  I was honestly afraid to do it right then.  The box said that the pregnancy hormone hCG is most present in urine from the early morning, so once again, life made me wait.  I tried to find ways to occupy my time…Facebook, Hootsuite, watching things on tv that I had recorded, but in true fashion (which was one of the symptoms of early pregnancy as well), I fell asleep at 8 pm.  When I woke at 3 am to tinkle, I decided, “hey, why not? Let’s do this!”  And so I did.  I followed the directions, and laid the test wand thingy down on a flat surface, and waited again.

I walked around the kitchen…I peaked in on Matthew.  I kept a watchful eye on my husband to ensure he did not wake up and disturb me again. I raided the fridge…I know, you’re only supposed to wait 3 minutes, but dang blarm it! Those. Were. The. LONGEST 3 minutes in the WORLD!
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, I went back in the bathroom, and looked down at the test… Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'...