Everybody has those key moments that define who we are and change our lives forever. Whether it be getting your school grades, falling in love, passing your driving test or getting your first home or losing someone dear.
On Wednesday, 7th April 2021 at 08:15 I had one of those moments, a moment I never thought I’d have. It was the moment I found out that my wife is carrying our child for the first time.
It was the fourth day after my wife was due to have her period and she had never been that late before since she came off the contraceptive pill the year earlier. The day before I was expecting her to start at any moment but that night I couldn’t sleep properly.
We knew we were going to take one of the pregnancy tests I purchased three months earlier in the morning and I kept imagining that the test was going to come back positive. When I woke up around 06:00, I looked at the clock knowing it was still a couple of hours to go before my wife would wake and do the test, so I just lay there rubbing my wife’s back and I was like a kid waiting for Christmas morning.
08:00 came, she got ready then went to the toilet for her sample, a process by this time we had become familiar with after using ovulation tests previously.
She prepared the test, and the countdown began. We waited five minutes (it takes three) before she went back to the test, the anxiety and excitement was palpable.
I wasn’t sure how I would feel or react to the news either way, having never been in that position before. It was a lot for both of us to take in.
Suddenly, it was time. She got up, picked up the test from her dressing table and there it was, clear as day in digital form, “Pregnant”.
We had actually done it and I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t nervous, at that moment I had a great big grin on my face.
I felt like a peacock strutting my feathers. My work here was done, or at least, for those three months we had been trying to for a baby had born fruit (well, an embryo, but you know what I mean).
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