As the week drew to a close, we found ourselves visiting our parent’s homes for the weekend. All was well the first night when we stayed with my parents. However, the second night at my in-laws, I began to feel “off.” I blamed it on seasonal allergies. The next morning, my mother-in law rose early to make us a wonderful pancake breakfast with fresh berries. Now, it should be said that I do not generally eat pancakes as they always make me sick. But, these looked wonderful and my mother-in-law is a wonderful cook, so I did indulge. Within minutes I felt awful. So awful in fact that I made Rob pack the car on the spot and take me home. Pancakes have never hit me like those did. That was my first clue …
I waited anxiously that night not wanting to rush the matter. When I woke the next morning and still found no tell-tale sign of a monthly cycle, I pulled out the pregnancy test. Okay, tests. I had purchased two kinds and each box had two tests. My reasoning? One had been on sale. After purchasing it I found a Web site that listed the sensitivity of each type of test. It turned out that I’d purchased the least sensitive test on the market. So, I also bought the same brand I’d used when we found out Jacob was coming.
When I took the test during my pregnancy with Jacob there was no waiting for that second line. It jumped off the stick and nearly bit me within seconds. This time however, I waited, and waited, and waited -- the whole three to five minutes. What did I see? Well, I think it was a line. Rob thought I might be right. But neither of us could tell for sure. Very discouraging. So I waited, again! Another night, another test (of the other brand) in the morning. Again, I thought there may be a line.
And so the week ended. All of the anxiety. None of the answers. Perhaps another three, four, or seven days still separated us from this important piece of information.
