Sunday, September 9, 6:30am
I can’t sleep. My bladder is full. I am not yet ready to potentially be disappointed or be excited. Will my in-laws hear? Will we be able to keep it quiet? Ok, just pee. Pee now. Pee later. Take test later. Not ready to find out.
Ok, I’m ready. Shaking I pull the last pregnancy test out from our secret hiding spot and then hide it again in my dressing gown pocket. I’m just hoping my father-in-law isn’t awake yet.
Back in the tiny bathroom, I do a quick read-over of the instructions. Like I REALLY need to do this, but who knows, maybe the instructions have changed 😉
Stopwatch on the phone is ready. I do my business, pop the cap on and wait. I distract myself by starting to wash my face.
1 minute later…
Oh, shit, a result already! Oh my god, oh my god…please stay that way for the next two minutes!
My reaction…a silent reaction, but a reaction. I look in the mirror and door a silent scream with my arms in the air.
Time to tell hubs.
The elation in his eyes was love, nothing but love.
On September 9th (the last day my in-laws were visiting from Spain), this is how we found out we were pregnant.
It was time to start the secret. I’m a good secret keeper.