Parenthood: something that Taylor and I always dreamed of one day. Something about five years in the near, yet distant future. At least that was our family "plan". Plans and life have quite a funny sense of humor.
In August of 2014, we were invited to travel the countryside of France with my sweet in-laws. We took in the sites, the food and the never ending roundabouts they use at (what seemed like) every road intersection instead of stop signs. Needless to say, I was just a tad car sick for a solid two weeks. "CAR SICK". Only to come home and realize that car sickness was lingering even when I would drive.
I think it was the weekend after we got back from our trip that I decided to take a pregnancy test. Taylor was outside refinishing a piece of furniture. I was inside counting down the minutes until I could go back into the bathroom and check that little test sitting on the back of the toilet. He had no idea. After the timer was up, I went to check. One solid line. Okay, that was the control line. Cool. I got this. And then? One very faint pink line. Maybe there's a line? Maybe it's the lighting in our bathroom? So, I asked him to just come inside and look at the back of the tank. He stopped what he was doing, walked inside, looked at the test, said absolutely nothing and walked back outside. HA!
I followed him outside a couple minutes later to find him organizing and putting away all of the tools he was using. Still saying nothing. Just wrapping up his sander all nice and neat. After he put the last thing away, he turned to me, gave me the biggest hug and goes, "THIS IS EXCITING!" Well, now you say something! I was crapping myself that entire time. Following him around, wondering what the heck he was doing?! I mean I'm pretty sure we just found out we're having a baby. And second, what was going on in his head. But, the man just wanted to get organized before he could enjoy the moment! For the next week, I was in a bit of disbelief. I took a test every morning at the same time and gradually watched that faint pink line become more opaque. It was the most reassuring feeling watching it get a bit darker every day. Knowing that we would be meeting our little love, Isla Quinn, in the next 30-ish weeks.
Do you remember the moment you were going to be a mother? Where were you?
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, by Samantha Broderick