I found out I was pregnant on July 3. It was one of the coolest days of my life.
I had a feeling that there was a little something going on and had even told my friend Kathryn that I thought I might be pregnant the Sunday before ...
Well, Wednesday came along, and nothing to prove me otherwise.
Then Thursday, then Friday, then Saturday. And I finally gave in to the crazy urge to buy a few tests. I made a trip to Walgreens and brought the box home. Adam was out of town.
I peed, and there they were: the two pink lines.
Even though I had had a feeling, SHOCK is the most accurate word to describe how I felt.
I knelt by my bed, EPT stick in hand, and prayed. Thank you, God, for this.
I drank a bunch of iced tea and took a second test about two hours later. Again, two pink lines.
I cried. Jumped up and down. Prayed again. And then I called my friend Kathryn to tell her the news.
I had to tell someone! My husband was out of town, not due back until late that night!
Kat and I made a trip to Target, where she bought me this:
And where we picked up a box of digital pregnancy tests. I took another one in the bathroom of Target, just to make sure that two different brands, um, agreed on my situation.
And where I bought Adam a little welcome home present. And when he got home from Colorado around midnight that night, this is how he found out: