it seems so long ago that we first found out I was pregnant. we’d barely even begun trying, but somehow I just knew. I felt something inside of me. I know that sounds crazy, but I vividly remember feeling a sharp tinge somewhere deep in my belly. I looked up at myself in the mirror and I just knew. and a few days later, I took a test.
I’d secretly bought the pregnancy tests while Levi was in Idaho visiting family. I don’t know why, but I wanted to surprise him with the test. maybe somewhere inside my mind I was worried that it might be negative and I wanted to deal with that alone before confronting him about it.
it was a Friday, September 10. I’d had a dream the night before that I’d found a positive pregnancy test while I was involved in some kind of performance. I woke up and I decided that day was the day. I’d planned on waiting until Monday before taking one, but my dream convinced me to do it. I brushed my teeth while I waited for the results, trying not to peek at them. when I finished and looked over, a gigantic rush of emotion waved over me as I spotted two pink lines starting to develop. I ran into the bedroom and woke up Levi to tell him I was pregnant. we hugged and high-fived and I cried tears of joy. then we started day-dreaming about our tiny poppy seed sized baby.