My eyes darted open. I felt whatever had been in my stomach crawling its way back up and I knew I had just seconds to make my way to the bathroom.
I rolled out of bed tears forming at the corners of my eyes.
The closest bathroom was right around the corner but I didn’t want Anthony to hear me barf so I ran downstairs. It was all I could do to keep the puke down as I approached the downstairs bathroom and closed the door behind me.
I let loose. My face covered in salty tears.
I sat there on the floor knowing something was wrong. My period was two weeks late.
I had taken pregnancy tests just a couple days before but the results came back negative each time.
This couldn’t just be a coincidence. Could it?
I gathered myself up, walked upstairs, and got in the shower. I’m freaking out over nothing right?
I continued to cry as the water fell from the shower head onto my face.
A couple minutes later I turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around me, and walked back into the room.
Anthony looked concerned when he saw my face. My eyes swollen and droopy.
He held me as I cried.
We went to the store and bought the most expensive pregnancy test we could find. We came back to his house and I went into the downstairs bathroom.
As I sat there waiting with trembling hands for the results, I silently prayed.
I pulled my pants up and picked up the stick from the ground.
Looking down I saw what I was most afraid of..
My hands shook. My knees buckled.
It took everything in me to be able to walk out of the bathroom and upstairs.
“Anthony?” My voice broke.
He came around the corner, my hand extended to place the test in his hands but it shook too hard and fell on the ground.
We sat in the living room what seemed like FOREVER. We didn’t speak. There was nothing but silence.
That was nine months ago. Today we have a beautiful baby girl that we couldn’t be happier about.
She is seriously, HANDS DOWN, the best thing to have happened in our lives.
The remainder of my pregnancy was pretty crappy..I’m just not one of those people that enjoy pregnancy. It was kinda eerie to me that I was sharing a body with another human being.
I’ve been told on numerous occasions that no two pregnancies are exactly alike. Just because you don’t enjoy being pregnant doesn’t mean you’re not going to be an awesome mom and enjoy motherhood. That couldn’t be truer for me.
I love being a mommy and wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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