Two Weeks Down... Forty to go!

Anai says:

Yesterday we made an impromptu decision to go to Antigua. It's only forty five minutes away from the Capital. My grandfather had a business meeting so we caught a ride with him. We booked a nice little hotel just off the main square. It has a beautiful garden, the bed is perfectly firm and the pillows just right. We had an pretty tasty meal last night on a Terrance with a moonlight view of the volcanoes and cathedral and arch. We barely touched the subject that tomorrow (which is now today) we planned to take an at home pregnancy test.

It seems that the theme of this trip is, don't sleep well the night before something important. I'm still fighting a cough and Jenni was lucky enough to re-catch the cold we have been fighting. We were a perfect duet of hacking as the early hours of the morning approached. Jen eventually got up and took some Nyquil, it calmed her or should I say zonked her out way passed our free continental breakfast.

I, on the other hand, was awake early. The thought of the wait being over was looming over me. I could get my results any minute, as soon as Jenni wakes up, I kept telling myself. I knew the darling needed her rest. I entertained myself by watching a telenovela (Spanish soap opera) and cooling my families heels as they whatsapp'ed about my upcoming pee test. It was a fun morning, I enjoyed both immensely.

Once Jenni was awake, we decided to take a shower, and discuss the best time to take the test as we did. It wasn't until we were about to get in that I admitted to holding in my pee all morning for the test. I probably shouldn't have held my pee in for so long because admittedly my steam was quite powerful and I managed to make a bit of a mess.

We put the test down and left it on the vanity. We stood outside of the shower discussing the results. The allowed three minutes must have passed we thought shortly after and we checked it....

The control line was strong but really blurry, the results window completely blank. We laughed. I had peed all over the damn stick. After all that tension we got anticlimactic results. We had to go buy another test because I ruined the damn thing. We threw it out and jumped into the shower. Once we were out we thought we should tell my family, who we have been keeping in touch with in a group chat.

We shared the story, still laughing at ourselves. My sister asked for photo evidence so I went back to the bathroom and fished the test out of the garbage can. I had my phone camera ready and when I flipped the stick over I saw it clearly. A faint pink line is the results window, a positive. I called out to Jenni twice. She says she thought I was whining about getting pee on my hands but when she rounded the corner she knew. I handed her the test and the tears started flowing from both of us freely. We laughed and cried and hugged and kissed. It will be always one of my most cherished moments.
I called my mom, father and sister and brother. Everyone got extremely emotional.

Jen looked up our due date and we got a few different answers. One thing she did read was that our baby is right now the size of a poppy seed. I thought that was so neat. So Jen took me and what will now be known as baby Poppy for now to lunch, to celebrate our first triumph.

One down, one to go.