7/18
5:30
It was a long hour, just pacing in our small apartment. I had no idea how to function in that hour. My mind raced with ideas- how to tell you of how to tell your father. At that moment I wish I could have been as clever as Juno, I wanted nothing more than to drag a bright mustard yellow vintage armchair to the the top of the stairs outside our apartment, but this wasn't a movie. My next thought was to present him with a cigar and tell him congratulations. Lame right? that is what men do for each other. I stopped thinking of all the great ways I could have surprised him with this news. I am a pretty impatient person by nature. So at 6:30 my great ideas had fizzled and all i wanted was for him to walk through that door so we could share in this moment. I sat in jeans and tank top, resting on our coffee table. I brought him to edge of our couch and I sat him down . I squeeze my frame through his sturdy legs and the tears of joy started spilling out of me. "What's wrong he asked?" I finally choked it out... squealed more like it.. " WE ARE PREGNANT"
4:30
"Rebekah if I am pregant- I am quitting my job, I can't handle this stress". I was driving home from work telling my sister all about my horrible boss and another stressful day at work. I never wanted to be in the dental field, anyway I sorta just fell into it after college. It was easy, atleast until now. I parked my car and pulled out my phone. I scrolled through till I found your father's text. "Broom, dustpan, dishwashing detergent, and paper towels". Within minutes I was in and out of the store, and headed to the next one when it popped in my head. When the thought of the possibilty of you filled my heart with hope." Why not?" I thought and I turned towards the pharmacy. When my eyes landed on the small square box I studied the price underneath it. I was always a bargain shopper. It's just the way I am, the way of my father. I skipped the expence box and opted for a dollar store one. So yes, I paid $1 and got a pregnancy test. I rushed home. The next thing I did was settle onto my couch and pour a half a glass of white wine. I figured this could be the last wine I have for 9 months. Looking back, it was a really wise decision. Five minutes later I was peeing in a coffee mug. I waited the alotted two minutes and a very faint pink line paralled a bold red one. Still - this was the dollar store brand. I had no choice but to go back and purchase another ( more expensive ) test..and a jumbo lemon lime powerade.. which i chugged. I returned home and stared at the dollar store tube sitting on my bathroom counter, still pink and red. I grabbed another coffee mug and ripped open the $7 test I had just bought. I waited two more minutes..and then I saw something I have been waiting to see for a whole year. I saw a little cross. I closed my eyes and thanked God. I'm going to be a momma.
