Part 2 of the beginning...

The following month of June brought on some medical problems for me, and I found myself seeing my Internal Medicine doctor. After a very uncomfortable examination and no idea what was causing my problem, the doctor recommended I be put on steroids. He asked when my last period had been, and if there was any chance I could be pregnant. Having been off of the Pill for over a year and having a husband 4 years younger than me (with no end to his sexual peak in sight...) I stated there was always a chance. So blood was drawn, and 2 days later the results came back negative for pregnancy.

The doctor recommended I start the steroids as soon as possible, but I just had this feeling that I shouldn't take them. It sounds strange to put down in print, but I have an ability to visualize the outcome of certain situations. I'm not claiming to have a psychic ability, but I do have some sort of intuition of how things will turn out. My intuition was telling me I was pregnant, even though the blood test said otherwise.

Luckily, my medical problem disappeared a week or so later, just as quickly as it appeared, with no residual effects. I didn't physically feel any different but I was absolutely sure that something was different with me. I was tired of not being sure of the situation, so early in the morning of July 5, 2007, I took a home pregnancy test.

I've seen so many movies where the lead female character pees on the stick, puts it down, walks over to the timer, sets it for 3 minutes, then doesn't watch as the pee makes its way down the stick. Who does that?? I peed on the stick, set it on the floor in front of me and watched as one pink line appeared, then another seconds later. My hands were shaking so badly that I could barely pull up my pajama bottoms.

I'm happy to say I did have presence of mind to wash my hands before I picked up the test again and threw open the door. I catapulted myself onto the bed, where my husband, clearly unaware of what took place not ten feet away, was performing a symphony of his combination snoring and moaning. After 3 really hard shakes, and screaming into his ear (did I not mention he's an extremely heavy sleeper?) he opened one eye and said, "What?"

"Honey, I just took a pregnancy test! We're going to have a baby!!" I couldn't contain my excitement as I held the stick up to his one open eye.

"Oh, okay. Could you try not to poke out my eye with your pee stick?"