Andrew & I knew from the start that we wanted a family. We were married in January of 2017 and decided to give ourselves a year or two of “just us” before we started trying. Long story short, life has been pretty hectic and unpredictable the last two years or so. We kept saying we’d start a family once things slow down.

One day in February of 2019, I woke up and just could not stop thinking about how bad I wanted to have a baby. I decided to bring it up to Andrew that night after work. I fully expected a him to mildly panic and talk some sense back into me. Life hadn’t exactly slowed down, after all. But surprisingly, he had been thinking about it that day too. Instead of talking each other off the edge, we realized that this was it. We were ready to take the jump into parenthood and decided we would start trying the following month.

Due to being diagnosed with PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) in college, I was expecting it to take at least 6 months, if not more, to get pregnant. We started trying in March and…nothing. I decided for the sake of my sanity to chill out a bit on the ovulation tracking ( I had three apps tracking my fertility, y’all….THREE.) and just have fun. I’d start back to tracking in a few months if we weren’t pregnant by then.

On Thursday May 2, I realized I should have probably started that week. I shrugged it off because PCOS can make your body all out of whack. I decided I’d take a pregnancy test Friday morning, just to get it off my mind, fully expecting a big fat negative.

I get up for work during the week around five and I’m usually out the door before Andrew’s alarm goes off at six. When I woke up that morning, I went to our master bathroom and took a test. I sat it on the counter and started getting ready for the day. I kept glancing down at the test as the results started to show and ever so slightly, a faint second line started to appear. Now, I wish I could say I sweetly crawled back into bed and woke Andrew to tell him the news. But I did what comes naturally to me: I panicked. I went into the bedroom, flipped on every single light and not so quietly woke Andrew asking him if he saw the second line. That memory still makes me smile. Grace may be my middle name but Andrew would tell you it’s ironic because gracefulness is not high on my list of qualities I possess.

Andrew, being new to this whole pregnancy test thing, said something along the lines of “I see a really, really faint line…but I still think it’s negative. We’ll try again next month.” Meanwhile, I knew that even a faint line is a positive and had to go sit at work all day knowing we had a baby on the way.

TO BE CONTINUED.