I had been waiting for my period for about 2 days when it hadn't come. My period is usually irregular anyway so I tried not to think much of it. After all, we had only tried for a month and I wasn't getting my hopes up, especially after being on birth control pills for over 6 years, I didn't know what my normal cycle was anymore.
Then 3 days came, and still no period. I thought it may be a little early to take a test, but Derek was just as anxious as I was to find out (he tracks my periods as tightly as I do haha. I was kinda bummed I didn't get to tell him in an exciting way because he already knew I was late.) so he brought home a test. He handed me the box and my hands were already shaking. It felt like I was pretending or a dream. I went on that little stick and followed the directions verrry carefully and made sure to not tilt the stick or make any sudden movements (Derek was in the bathroom anxiously watching, I probably looked like I was handling the Mona Lisa or something.) I set it on the tiled floor and we waited. That minute of waiting for the sign to appear was THE LONGEST minute of my entire life. Longer than a treadmill minute. And that's saying something, if you've ever been on a treadmill. It was super faint, but there was definitely a positive sign. I couldn't make words come out of my mouth, I just looked at Derek with my pants at my ankles and a "Holy. Crap." look on my face. My stomach started doing flips and I didnt know whether to laugh or cry or gasp or dance and Derek had this grin slowly spread across his face. It was so crazy to think, "Welp, we're doing this!" and how real it was. We hugged and jumped and danced of excitement and nervousness and happiness and anxiety and JOY!
And then I pulled my pants up.
