I spoke not long ago of the day I stopped being afraid. But not until now do I feel comfortable mentioning exactly why that is.
We had an amazing time on our honeymoon. We enjoyed each other’s company and did all the things that two adults that rarely get much time alone with one another do. We drank too much. We stayed up too late. We ate dessert before we had lunch and then we ate some more.
And we napped. I never nap. I can kill some time reclining in a beach chair with the best of them. I might even close my eyes. But not since Em was teeny have I napped. And nap I did.
And we came home from our honeymoon and there was much to do (not AS much as I’d anticipated, thank you very much Cleaning & Organizing Fairy, cough*Nick*cough) Gifts to be put away. Laundry to be done. And still, I napped. The time between getting home from work and putting Emily to bed seemed to last forever.
I knew why. It had to be. My period was days late. And the first stick said yes. And so did the second. And so did the third. And suddenly I was not afraid that I’d never get pregnant. Just like that. It was still too soon to get too excited… but in my heart of hearts I already knew. Looks like my luck had turned around.