So... it starts. September 20th, 2009. It was a Sunday. The day before i was sure that it hadn't happened..again. those 3 months of trying were ridiculous, the waiting the hoping then the serious disappointment to not see a plus sign on that stupid little pee stick.
It was the first time I didn't have tests already in the bathroom waiting for that first day of the "5 Days before your missed period"; we went and got 1.. just one, on the 19th so that I could take it on the morning of the 20th. ( The first day of the 5 days before).
So of course i wake up at the ungodly hour of 7 am to run into the bathroom and hope that i actually pee on the teeny little strip instead of all over my damn hand again... and then the eyes closed countdown of 60 seconds 3 times before you can look at the plastic stick to see if there is anything there.
And by God... there was a plus sign! So of course i cannot contain myself and let my exhausted husband sleep.. i have to run back to our bedroom and wave the little contraption that i just pissed on right in his face to show him that YES INDEED we were going to pop out a peanut in 9 months!
That was when it started... the realization that my darling husband could sleep no matter what and i would never again get a solid 8 hours. At least for another 18 years.
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