The day we picked up the keys to our new place in February I learned that my closest friend in CA was expecting her 2nd child.
I believe my exact words were "I am so jealous of you right now."
The husband was not thrilled.
Fast forward 3 weeks and we were in the middle of a pregnancy watch. Which was never really a pregnancy watch, just the stress of the move and irregular pill taking, and eating bad food.
I remember the sadness over not having gotten that positive test result. While it's not what we both wanted at that moment, I just had hoped that maybe it would happen.
Last month I had a surge in appetite and extreme sleepiness. My niece asked if I was pregnant or something, so we bought the home test and I peed on the stick.
We couldn't tell if it was in imperfection in the plastic or a faint line, so I called the doctor, had blood drawn, and eventually confirmed another negative.
This time, the result didn't depress me. James is at a point where we see potty training as a possibility. We have 2 incomes and are comfortable for a change. We have a plan!
I think I've mentioned this all before.
Since there was still no cycle this week, I picked up a test on Saturday just to make sure.
That was the longest 3 minutes of my life.
I've gone from wishing we could have at least one more to hoping that our family of 3 stays like that.
Everything I need is here. Everything I want I have.
That negative result made me so happy that I think I was dancing the rest of the day without realizing it.
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