I love surprises. I also love to guess any surprises.
Whether it is a birthday present, a surprise trip, or the ending to a movie, I always feel the need to guess and wreck the surprise.
On December 22, 2016, I did not however guess this surprise. Instead, I convinced myself I was going crazy and needed to show myself I was wrong one final time.
That Thursday night after work, I took a pregnancy test. I thought for sure it would be negative, but I was wrong.
At first I was so scared.
We were not planning to have a baby yet, and I had no idea how Eli was going to react.
He had just gone down to change the laundry when I had taken the test. Of course he had no idea on his way back upstairs he was going to be a father.
Speechless, I came out of the bathroom and just looked at him – tears about to break the surface – yet I still had no idea what to feel.
He of course was a bit confused. I hadn’t said anything for what felt like 3 minutes, but was probably only 30 seconds.
So naturally he knew something was up.
I swear he understood what was going on before I did. He jumped out of bed while asking/announcing, “You’re pregnant?!”
His tone was excited and nervous altogether. But I was comforted in his joy.
We went to the store that night to get another test. Just to make sure. False positives don’t really exist, but you can never be too sure.
The second test showed positive as well.
Christmas eve was in two days. We decided to tell the family over the holidays. I mean, what better gift than a baby?
I swear it only took a week or so for my maternal instinct to kick in.
I went from a 22 year old that wanted a dog and goats, to an eager-to-be mama.
Life isn’t always what you expect it to be. It’s better.