the day it all began

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.