~ The Pregnancy Test
Steve and I started trying to conceive the week after Thanksgiving. When I was a few days "late," I was suspicious that I was pregnant (but very hopeful). Steve and I talked, and we decided to wait until Christmas Day to take the pregnancy test. On the 16th, I made myself a breakfast burrito (my favorite meal) and I could barely eat it, as the eggs smelled so gross to me! Well, on the morning of the 17th, I begged Steve to let me take the test, and he said that was fine.
So we began the longest three minutes of our lives, and when the kitchen timer went off, there were two lines! Steve ran out of the bathroom and ran to our two dogs and said, "You guys are going to be big brothers!" Then he ran back to me and kissed me. I had a little camouflage bib that said "Daddy's Baby Dear" on it (Steve loves to hunt) and I gave it to Steve. We went to church and then to my parents' house. It is a tradition in my family for my mom and sister and I to get together to make Christmas cookies (I have another sister that lives in North Carolina also). My sister was 17 weeks pregnant at that point and she was talking about how she couldn't eat the cookie dough because of the raw eggs. I wanted to blurt out "Well, I can't eat it either!" but I contained myself, as Steve and I decided to wait to tell everyone about the baby until Christmas.