Thursday, July 19, 2012

The Definition of Insanity

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 chocolate.

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 line.

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.

2 comments:

  1. When I finally got a positive after soo soo long, I started laughing. Todd was crying but I just couldn't stop laughing.

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