“Ummm, Jen, you should come here.” I hear my husband say as I drift back to sleep.
“What is it?” I reply, struggling to wake up.
“Just come here.”
I get up and walk down the hall to the bathroom. As I turn towards the door, I see a huge smile on his face as he holds the test. The test. The one I took and left in the bathroom about thirty minutes ago. I was so discouraged after almost a year of trying that I did not stick around for the results. I look at the digital test. It says “Pregnant”.
“Oh my god! Really?” I scream.
“Do you think it sat too long? Should we do another one?” he says.
“I only have the lower tech kinds, but yes.”
I take the test. “Now we wait and hope for two pink stripes.”
The five-minute wait seems like an hour. Finally, we look. There are two distinct pink stripes!
Almost nine years ago, I finally saw two pink stripes, soon after I became a mother. I have never been more excited about a stripe since (and I do love stripes). I had to smile on Mother’s Day as I looked down at this week’s mani and at my husband and son in their striped shirts.
Items in the photos include:
Antonello Tedde Clutch (similar here and on sale)
Carrie Forbes Sandals (on sale!)