Sunday morning started out much like any other. Bionca and I lazily woke up, contemplated breakfast, and of course I wanted biscuits and gravy. Unfortunately we didn’t have a few of the things that we needed, so I agreed to brave the freezing weather and go to the store. It was a simple list, and one that I might get any day, but after I got there, I got a text message from Bionca.
Can you maybe pick up a pregnancy test?
Of course this wasn’t a complete surprise. She’d been having classic symptoms lately, like nausea, fatigue, etc., but given the problems that she has had in the past, we dismissed them as just feeling under the weather or not sleeping well enough. It was wasn’t until her boss mentioned that her breasts looked bigger, on Friday that get her seriously thinking about it, . We had talked about it, of course, but we still didn’t believe.
So after getting the message, I figured that I would humor Bionca and get one. I stood there looking at the pregnancy tests, baffled. They all make similar claims, and I pretty much figured that this was a wasted exercise, so my first inclination was just to get one of the generic ones, but I thought that on the off-chance that it came pack positive, Bionca wouldn’t be satisfied, so I picked up one of the major brand boxes and went home.
I didn’t think much about it, and the day progressed much as all of the Sundays that we have spent together up to this point. That was until about noon when Bionca came to me all excited and sort of scared and showed me the symbol that we had been hoping to see for a few years. Positive.
Even though we saw the positive sign, we still weren’t sure what it really meant, since one of the lines looked lighter than the other, and we didn’t know if that meant that it was simply a negative, since it just showed a little. After rechecking the directions, and checking the results a few times, it became clearer that we weren’t imagining things. We were pregnant!
Of course we both started crying. It was this amazing and unlikely event that we had hoped for, but never thought would happen. After all, we were looking into fertility options just that week! I was immediately excited. Once I knew that it was truly positive, I didn’t reserve any emotion; I was just blissfully happy, but Bionca just could not believe it. She wanted to take a second test to confirm.
Then we had a decision: do we tell everyone or not? I supported telling everyone, but Bionca was hesitant. She was fearful of telling everyone before we got through the high risk time, and before we confirmed with the doctor, but she agreed that we could tell a few select people. We made the calls, and it was almost too perfect, since when we called our respective families, they were all together, and with just two calls and we were able to tell everyone at once.
Of course they were all was excited and shocked. It was great hearing everyone’s reactions. When we gave them the news we made sure to let them know that it was still early, but it looked good. The funniest part was when Bionca and I finished our shower, we found several messages, on all of our phones, from her family wanting to know the results of the second test. They were just so over-whelmed, and since Bionca wasn’t sure, so she took another. This one changed almost instantly: positive again.
It's confirmed!
That just sealed it for me. Any doubt that I had was gone, and I was just grinning like a fool. I would stop every few moments, and just get giddy with joy like I had heard it the first time all over again. When we went over to Heather’s it was more of the same. I couldn’t concentrate, and I couldn’t think. The only thing that was going through my head was, We’re going to have a baby!
Now, in my joy, I wasn’t reduced to a complete idiot. I knew that there were still hurdles to overcome, and possibilities to consider. I knew that mom had several miscarriages, before Heather and me, but none of that mattered. The thing is that I felt was that we finally had hope. Even if Bionca lost the baby, it would just mean that we would have to try again. If not menstruating in months wasn’t enough to keep us from conceiving, then nothing would stop us. We will have our family!
