Three: A magic number

I just knew.

Sure, that's easy to say now, but really. I knew.

I woke up on Saturday morning and thought to myself: I think I'm pregnant. My period was due on Thursday, so that did serve as at least a small clue that it was a possibility, but two days is hardly a sure sign. I didn't want to be that silly girl who takes a test only to get my period immediately after, so I decided I'd wait until Monday to test. (especially because I wasn't sure I even had any tests!) But about thirty seconds later, I changed my mind...lo and behold I did have a brand new box of trusty E.P.T.'s, so I ripped one open...

I watched as the lines started to appear...and my hunch was confirmed: A plus sign.

We're having another baby.

I stood in limbo- half shocked, half....not. It was surreal. My family was downstairs running around, playing, and getting breakfast ready. I was upstairs, with a plastic stick in my hand, and a baby in my belly. Five minutes earlier I was procrastinating getting out of bed, mentally mocking myself for the little inkling I couldn't explain, and now, well...now I was procrastinating going downstairs, unsure of how I was going to announce what I now knew. Nothing was different, and yet everything was different. I woke up as a mother of two, and minutes later I was a mother of 2.1. A tiny change, with huge significance.

I don't know if I'll ever get over the miracle of that specific moment when everything changes. The distinct line between then, and now. Past and future.It's happened three times now. Three times I've had a thought, or a hope or a feeling...and I've been greeted with a simple little sign of a brand new life. Literally, a brand new life formed, but also a new life about to be forged.


A small test, with a teeny plus sign- it's a shock and a thrill and a beautiful the promise of three. Which is just plain magic.