I know that in nine months I will probably be beyond ready for this pregnancy to be over, but for right now, I just want to re-experience the high of confirming there is a little bean growing inside of me over and over again.
On June 29, 2009, at the end of an otherwise ordinary Monday, Vik and I decided to go out for dinner. As we were both getting ready to head across the street to Twin Anchors for some ribs, I decided to pee on one of my crappy generic HPTs “just in case.” I carried the test into the bedroom and put it on the vanity while I was fixing my makeup. When I was done getting ready I took a quick glance expecting to see the sad little minus sign we had grown so accustomed to.
Instead, I did a double take because — holy crap — there was the faintest second blue line ever emerging! I was flabbergasted, seriously. I know most people take pregnancy tests because they suspect they are pregnant, but I was taking one because I had a bulk pack of 20 I had ordered online and nothing better to do.
I picked up the stick and held it under the light, and sure enough the line was still there! I took it into the bathroom to examine it under the harsh fluorescents, and it was still there!
Vik, astute observer that he is, saw me pacing frantically back and forth with a little test strip in my hand and asked what was going on. When I told him I thought there was a second line, he ran over and said, I kid you not, “Maybe holding it up to the light created the line.” Hmmmmmm . . . maybe indeed.
We Vik decided to not get too excited over the results of a 25-cent HPT ordered from an online discount retailer and headed to dinner (I couldn’t at that point take another test because my bladder was on empty). During dinner I could not stop grinning like an idiot, and Vik could not stop telling me to calm down. He thought the prudent course would be to suspend our excitement until no fewer than 3 different brands of HPT confirmed.
So, after dinner we went to Walgreens and dropped $40 on a box of each brand name test they carried. When we got home, I christened each test, waited the obligatory 3 minutes, and they all said . . . “YES!”
Vik was still in disbelief, and said that he would wait until I got another positive the following morning before freaking out. I declined to wait and started jumping up and down, squealing with delight, immediately. Vik just kept saying that he wished we had a lawn he could go mow 
The following morning, I woke up and took another test just to see that little positive sign again! I have taken one every day since. I know that in nine months I will probably be beyond ready for this pregnancy to be over, but for right now, I just want to re-experience the high of confirming there is a little bean growing inside of me over and over again.
The results are in!
