So... it was Saturday morning, April 2, about 8 am... Pat and I woke up and were talking... the 5 older kids were downstairs watching TV, while Sarah and Anna slept in their room... Pat started to rub my shoulders and well, we shut the door and unknowingly made a baby... I thought I may be ovulating, but it was only cycle day 10 or 11, as I wasn't sure if my period started on March 23 or 24...
During this cycle, even though I was completely down and sad about the previous year's events and stressed about the photo shoot for St. Louis Magazine, etc... I was at peace with our decision to wait to adopt embryos again and to have another child... the only other time I remember having this sense of peace and contentment about not actively pursuing another baby was when Pat and I created a baby in July, 2003... I also had this HUGE craving for salty foods- Patrick talked me into buying a Sam's size container of nuts and I ate most of them... usually I'm not a huge nut eater... and salted tortilla chips with salsa and black beans... yum!!!
Each month, I hope for the miracle to occur, so I was watching the calendar- all of the signs for my period were there: weight gain... the highest since giving birth in 1-2010 @ 137, bloating, CRABBY, emotional... I was sobbing through the entire episode of Parenthood- I mean BOO HOO- on Wednesday the 20th...
Wednesday night, day 28 or 29, I tell Pat that I may be pregnant... He was quiet for a moment, then said... "Well, that would be one lucky shot..." Pat had told me since Sarah and Anna were tiny, that if God blessed us with a miracle, then he would be OK with it... he just wasn't ready to do anything "extra" that involved doctors, etc... A few minutes later, he said, "If by some chance you are pregnant... I want naming rights..., you can offer suggestions, but I make the final decision..." That's because he didn't "approve" of my names for the girls: Estelle and Isabelle... Stella and Bella... Well, they ended up being the girls middle names and occasional nicknames...
Thursday night came and I bought a Dollar Tree home pregnancy test... I made sure I bought one that expired the furthest date available, just in case my period started that night... I almost didn't use it on Friday morning... I didn't want to waste it...
Still no sign of spotting, so I talked myself into using it... Patrick started negotiating with me about going to Downtown Kirkwood after school right outside my bathroom... I told them to check their grades online as they are supposed to have straight A's to get to go...
I pottied in a Happy Birthday paper cup also from the Dollar Tree- I thought that was appropriate... in hopes the test would be positive and the cup was a sign of birthdays to come...
I reread the directions- fearing I would put my 3 drops in the wrong well...
Patrick had straight A's the shout from the computer desk in my room... OK, how about William?
I shout back... 1, 2, 3 drops... I take a deep breath... I tell myself it will be OK either way... I'm leaning over the test on my counter, watching the urine saturate the test wells, first the control line turns dark red and almost as quickly, I see another faint line forming for the test line... "Oh shit, that's a line..." I hear Alicia's southern drawl, which I love, from almost 2 years ago when I tested at home after the transfer of Sarah and Anna... "A line's a line..."
Next Patrick and William are back outside the door talking about William having straight A's with 2 B's... not sure what I said, but agreed they could go as the next 30 minutes is a bit blurry in my mind... I grabbed the test and box, then headed downstairs to share the news with Pat...
Pat is yelling at William to brush his teeth before his ride to school comes... I think to myself that now probably isn't the time to share the news and stand in the kitchen for what seems like eternity... the boys head out the door and I smile at Pat, tell him that, "It WAS one lucky shot..." and motion him into the living room... Lizzy follows, finally we are able to get her out of the room and Pat stutters, "What do you mean... what did you do... did you take one of those things... you know... one of those tests???" I'm grinning ear to ear and show him the test along with the box so he can read the results himself... He replies, "That's an awfully light line..." I said yes it is, the same color it was with Sarah and Anna..." Pat walks back into the kitchen and I just stare at the test...in complete and total amazement... Still numb and in shock, I walked back into the kitchen and picked up the phone... Pat asks, "Who are you going to call?" I replied, "Whoever I want..." and dialed Alicia... Alicia always is so supportive and says just the right things to calm my nerves... I just adore her... We decide the baby is a boy and chat for about 30 minutes...
A while later, Pat is getting ready for work a comes into my bathroom looking for toothpaste... He says, "By the way... I was serious about the naming rights" and smiles...
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