It's amazing how a little pink line can turn your world upside down. I just kept staring at it dumbly, trying to absorb the fact that I was really going to be a Mom. Try as I might, it just wouldn't register. I walked downstairs, test in hand, to show David. He was on the phone with work, and by the time he hung up I had dissolved into a puddle and had him worried. He put his hands on my shoulders and asked me what was wrong. Now, I've rehearsed in my mind a dozen creative ways to break the news when the time came, but at the fateful moment I could only manage to sob "I'm pregnant!" and hold up the test. Of course Dave's first response was "are you sure?", and the phone rang again. He was being called to work because an alarm was going off that they couldn't shut down, so I rode out to Escondido with him. On the way back we stopped at Wal-Mart to pick up another pregnancy test and supply of pretzels and ginger ale for my sensitive tummy. This one had a digital readout that clearly said "pregnant" in bold letters. When I showed Dave , he said "Well, I guess we are then", and then gently lifted my shirt and kissed my tummy. I knew then everything was going to be OK.
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