Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The perfection of timing... part one

It was a beautiful studio apartment.  Vaulted ceilings reached upwards of sixteen feet, a fireplace nestled in the corner, and french doors adorned the front of the house, as well as the bedroom area.  Soft neutral paint colors complimented the pristine, white, tile floors and thick, creamy molding trim.  It was tiny of course, but it was lovely enough that we had been on a waiting list to get it, for quite some time, with only a tiny spike in our rent amount. 

We had been living in that beautiful, dreamy space when I caught a nasty flu bug that seemed to be going around.  I began every day for at least a week, feeling nauseous and tired.  It seemed to get  better for a few hours, and then hit me again with full force in the afternoons.  I wasn't running a fever, and had no other symptoms, so I continued to work at a local bank. 

I was in the middle of a transaction with a customer, when it hit me.  And I knew.  In that moment, I was the most terrified 24 year-old on the planet.  After work, I shakily stood in a grocery store, holding two pregnancy tests in my hand.  The clerk smiled knowingly at me, and I lowered my eyelashes, refusing to open any room for discussion.  I raced home, in my tiny, red, two-door car, and ripped into the cardboard carton, yanking out directions.  Five minutes later, I tried a second one, just to be sure.  Lining up positive tests side-by-side on the counter top, I stood, staring at myself in the mirror.  I looked exactly the same.  But nothing was the same. 

Nothing would ever be the same.

The phone ringing, startled me out of my reverie.  I hurried to answer it, and heard the soothing voice of my man on the other line.  He drove a white jeep wrangler, often with the top off and music blaring, and the gas gauge was unreliable.  Adrain was calling to ask if I could run our gas can out to him, so he could get home.  This had never happened before.  Of all days. 

Once home, I locked myself in the bathroom, and stood, chewing my lip in worry.  How was I going to tell my young husband that we were suddenly, and unexpectedly very pregnant?  We lived in a tiny apartment that our income could just barely afford, and we both worked full-time.  We drove cars that weren't very kid-friendly, and didn't have much of a savings account.  Certainly not enough to cover the looming costs of having a child.  I murmured a prayer for help, and stepped out, tests spread like a fan, in one hand.  Adrain was sitting on the edge of our elegant, velvet, eggplant-colored couch, untying his shoes.  My thoughts were disheveled, but I inwardly chuckled at the idea that we had purchased the worst furniture for babies... and spit-up... and real life. 

It took a moment for my man to register what I was telling him, but the minute he figured it out, bless his heart, he jumped forward and caught me up in his arms.  He kissed me and told me everything was going to be fine.  He spun me around and whispered how happy he was.  And all I could think was... how is everything going to come together for us in the next seven or eight months? 

Truthfully, Adrain was thinking the exact same thing...


To be continued.

16 comments:

  1. Can you do part 2 within the next hour please!???

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  2. new reader here, and so excited to have tuned in just in time to catch your last few posts :) (and browse through lots of your older ones!) Great writing, can't wait for part 2!
    Katy

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  3. Love it! Can't wait for the next part!

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  4. Such a cute story! Reminds me of both times I popped the news! So sweet.

    Alicia Coffee Mugs and Sippy Cups

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  5. Love stories like this! I am so happy and thankful to have found your blog......I can relate to so many things you write about and share.

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  6. Waiting with baited breathe for the next chapter. Really good so far!

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  7. Sweet sweet Adrain. Could the two of you be any more perfect for each other?? When I told honey we were expecting he had a deer in headlights look. Like the worst, most scary thing had just happened and he was in complete and total SHOCK! HA. Thankfully by the time Big Chick was born he broke out of that trance:)

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  8. Okay, I'm hooked. Part 2 please.

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  9. God I love your husband! :)

    I love hearing about the before the baby life!

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  10. You're a great writer! Our first son was a complete surprise too--we had been married only 6 weeks when we found out and we were paying 2 mortgages because my house hadn't sold. Stressful times! But oh, what a blessing!

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