And now, back to our regularly scheduled silliness...
I've never seen a positive pregnancy test...you know, those two pink
lines that women always dream about (note, Baby #1 was confirmed with a
blood test, and Baby #2 with an in-office test). I'd like to know what
it feels like to watch that second line appear...to grab that test and
reach for Ben to show him that we're going to be a family - that we beat
the odds - instead of chucking it in the garbage and reaching for the
It plays like a movie reel in my mind - test after test
hitting the rim of the garbage can, making a depressing "thunk."
And I'm strapped to a porcelain throne, forced to watch the same agonizing replay
over and over. And one day I'm probably going to go absolutely,
completely, out-of-mind insane. But today I'm going to laugh about it,
because, well, I'm already going a little crazy (insert maniacal laugh and eye twitch here), and I'm tired of
getting depressed over a stupid little plastic stick and one tiny pink
Also, because I've been reading up on Einstein, who was one pretty interesting guy, and I think he was spot-on. So now, thanks to Einstein, we all know the reason I might be going clinically insane. Diagnosis: infertility.