I made myself wait until Valentine's Day morning - a Monday - before I took the test. All weekend I wondered, hoped, talked myself out of it, then wondered again. All of this in my head, I couldn't bear to say it out loud.
The test showed two lines almost immediately and I felt like I had known all along. I was so excited, so immensely happy in those first few moments that I didn't think the bathroom could contain me.
I did not tell The Gorilla.
I went to the mall, I ran a few errands, I ate garlic fries beside the outdoor fountain. I thought everyone could tell just by the look on my face, but no one said anything.
That night, by fire and candlelight on the floor of our pink living room, I revealed to The Gorilla the news. He was shocked and thrilled. Stunned, actually, at my ability to keep a secret even for a day and at the deja vu from the very same day just two years ago.
A new little life will join us in October, due just three days after Pigtail's second birthday.
We feel lucky and grateful.
I am so happy to tell you.
If I owe you an email or a phone call or even a guest post, please accept my apologies. Without ruining this otherwise very joyous news, I've been a total wreck for the past two months. Just...a disaster. I'm just now getting back on my feet (literally) and am starting to play catch up. I am not a flake, and I do not intend to pull the pregnancy card for the next six months. -HH