The Journey Begins

My husband came into the room I was in, waving the pregnancy test into the air.  I had seen that look on his face before, and I laughed.  "Babe....did you take another one?" he asked, rolling his eyes at me.  My "need" to take pregnancy tests had been a joke between us since day one of our marriage.  I had taken one this morning because I had been feeling particularly different for a few days and was beginning to think that maybe this time there was a real reason to take a test.  I had left it on the counter and forgotten about it, expecting the single line I saw so often that proved that I, of course, was not pregnant (as usual). 


Still, I asked Nick how many lines he saw on the test.  "Two", he said, absentmindedly.  I could feel the blood rush to my face, mostly shocked that he didn't realize what "two" lines on a pregnancy test meant, but also because the reality of those two lines hit me instantly.  I jumped up and grabbed the test from his hand, taking in the two, very solid, bright pink lines.  "Do you know what this means?" I asked him.  Obviously, he didn't, and I started crying as I said, "I think it means we're pregnant". 


We both cried as we stared at the test and hugged each other.  That was the beginning of this book of Adrian's life, and his birth is only a chapter in it.