In June of 2013 we were happily waiting to get pregnant again and grow our family. Two years after a miscarriage, we nearly forgot what we were waiting for. We were doing all the right things like tracking temps and cycles, taking vitamins and getting healthy, but all those things were beginning to become routine, until we finally got the answer we’ve been waiting for.
Deciding to take the test
In my experience, the time I got the urge to take a pregnancy test was the time my monthly message told me to keep waiting. This particular June, the urge to take a test got stronger and stronger. I was considerably late and thought now was a good a time as any to take a test, but the question remained, do I tell the hubby?
There were several reasons why I debated with myself about telling him I wanted to take a pregnancy test:
- I didn’t want to worry him.
- I didn’t want to bring his hopes up and then have the test come out negative.
- I wasn’t sure if I was just longingly imagining pregnancy symptoms again.
After this short debate, my urge won out. I prayed before I took the test, feeling a little guilty that I didn’t make Mike a part of this process.
Taking the test
It had been a while since I’d taken a pregnancy test, so I took my sweet time, reading all the directions carefully and deciding just how to pee on a stick. Sorry for the image, but it is what it is. I made sure I knew what signs to look for for positive, negative and inconclusive. I thought it was funny that the makers of the test would put inconclusive results on the directions. Your body either has the hormone or it doesn’t, right?
I took the test and it was inconclusive.
It was God’s way of slapping me on this wrist and saying I told you so, now go get your husband and do this together. So I marched myself downstairs and confessed to my beloved hubby that I had taken a test, but God wouldn’t show me the answer until I brought him in on the process.
Reading the test
My husband is more patient than I am, and we waited until just before bed to retake that test. I kind of had a feeling it would come out positive and that’s why the Lord had me wait. As much as my gut had something to say, my mind tried to keep me calm and collected. I went to the bathroom to retake the test and decided to pee on the stick differently, thinking that had a hand in the inconclusive results of the last test.
Low and behold, this time the answer was clear and immediate. The answer we’ve been waiting for!!!
Why we waited so long to announce here
If this was in June, then why did we wait so long to share it publicly? For lots of reasons, we wanted to be cautious, we wanted to wait until after the 1st trimester, we simply chose not to make it public until much later.
As I look back on this photo from June 2013, I see now, months later, that we didn’t share right away because this answer we’ve been waiting for is not the end of our story. It’s only the beginning and there was much more in store for us this summer than we ever thought when we first looked at this test.
Although this was a great night of rejoicing, thankful prayers and a hopeful outlook, again, this is not where our story ends, so please hold your congratulatory comments. There is more that will be shared next time.