January 11, 2009

• One line meant no, two lines meant yes

  I came across the test as I passed by the the clearance area of Longs Drugs.  How providential.  We had been planning to take the test on Saturday, which was in a few days.  So for $2.21, I could find out whether or not our whole lives were about to be changed completely.  One line meant no, two lines meant yes.

  I woke up early the morning of.  I hadn't slept very well that whole night because I kept thinking about how we were going to take the test the next morning.  As I brushed my teeth, Sam began to wake up slowly.  Then when he suddenly remembered, "Oh, the test!" he jumped out of the bed with enthusiasm.  Before we took the test, we prayed, relinquishing the outcome into God's hands, trusting that He knows what's best for us. 

  Then we followed the instructions - putting the tester flat on the counter and covering the little window with a piece of paper.  One line meant negative, two lines meant positive.  What if there was only one line?  Though we had tried to not make much of it, the truth was that we had been waiting for 2 weeks.  Two weeks is a long time to wait and wonder, and no matter how much we tried to talk ourselves out of hoping for a two-line outcome, we knew that a great disappointment would totally be inescapable if there was only one. 

  After three minutes, we went over to the counter.  As we hovered over the tester, we kept saying, "There's only going to be one line," to convince ourselves and curb the forthcoming disappointment.  Finally, Sam said, "Just do it!"  and I removed the paper from the little window.  There were two lines.  I blinked.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  Were there really two lines?  I stared at it.  Yes!  There were two lines.  We looked at each other with surprise and amazement.  We're going to have a baby!

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