This weekend Jeth and I went on a vacation!! We went to San Diego with Papa, Lucy, and Pokey Saturday-Sunday. We went to the Chargers vs. Cowboys game. Go boys!!!!! Sunday we drove to Arizona so that Jeth could start his new job!! Yeah honey!! While Jeth worked I got to spend some fantastic quality time with Mary, Jake, and Kristin. It was so stinking fun!!
Jeth and I have been trying for a baby for some time now. I am supposed to start my period on Saturday. I had found a box of 7 pregnancy tests at home when I was unpacking so I brought a couple of those with us. I was feeling a little anxious to know whether I was preggers or not so I took a pregnancy test. Jeth took off for work at 5:30 am. I took the test as soon as he left. I have a ritual (and yes, I've done this often enough, I can call it a ritual) when I take these tests. I pee on the stick and then set it to the side while I wash my hands and brace myself for the answer. After a couple deep breaths I went over to look at the result. I saw the one stripe, felt a little sad, and went to throw it away. As I was opening the cupboard door I noticed a second line. . . faint, but still there. I was so excited!!!! I actually started full on bawling tears of joy. I almost called Jeth to tell him except that I knew that his day was going to be really long as it was. I couldn't make it longer. I sat there on the couch looking at the test. I was afraid if I looked away the second line was going to fade. Silly, I know, but when you've been trying for 2 1/2 years you begin to understand that luck is not your friend. In fact, I was really close to waking Mary up so that she could look at it and tell me if she saw it too. While I was sitting there, I got to thinking that I couldn't remember when I bought a box of 7 pregnancy tests. I didn't remember there ever being a box that I could buy that carried that many. But hey, I was sure glad I did!! I continued thinking about it and realized that I do remember buying a box of 7 ovulation tests. I gasped, ran into the bedroom to see what the package said, and sure enough, in little writing on the bottom, it was an ovulation test - not a pregnancy test. I was sure glad that I didn't call Jeth because chances are we would've kept talking about it and I wouldn't have realized my mistake. We would've told everyone we were pregnant until we found out from the doctor that we weren't. That would have been really hard. So, moral to the story: Make sure you're peeing on the right stick.
