Baby Taco: 5 months, 1 week
So story time! One year ago, my husband and I were planning our trip to Vegas. We had the hotel booked, a list of shows we wanted to see and places we wanted to go. At this point we had not been trying long to make a baby and not even really trying. We would just so it when the mood would strike. About a week before where this story takes place my husband said something along the lines of, “Hey let’s stop having sex until we get to Vegas so we can make the baby there!” I remember us both giggling like kids and agreeing that yeah, we were going to have a good week in Vegas.
Ok so now a week later. I had been feeling off. I was not on the pill anymore and I had a period tracker that I would check on my phone. My husband and I were cuddling in bed and talking about what we wanted to do that day. Maybe Disney, maybe seeing my dad, maybe just hanging out at the house. It was nice. It was quiet. Just the two of us. We started fooling around and since it was still the morning I told my husband that I needed to pee and brush my teeth first. He asked when was the last time I got my period. I don’t even remember saying anything I just remember him pointing o the bathroom and telling me to take a test.
Now peeling on a test really takes some skill. Especially in the morning when you’re all groggy and of course nervous. Hands shaking, I put the test under me and start peeing. As I’m peeing I became even more nervous and when I was done took the test and threw it in the bathtub. If I throw it in there then whatever it says good or bad, I don’t have to look.
I get back into bed, my pee covered test still sitting in the tub. My husband patiently waiting for my answer. I told him I freaked out and threw it. Not the answer he was expecting obviously. So he gets up. I take my blanket and put it over my head. If it’s negative than we keep trying but if it’s positive……
I hear him in the bathroom now. I hear him pull the shower curtain open. Then I hear him, “Uhhhhhhhh you should come in here”. He hands me the test, I don’t remember what he said or what I said. I remember a lot of yelling and crying and hugging and kissing. There it was, two pink lines. Holy shit!
What I remember next is getting back into bed. My husband has to sit down. We are silent except for the occasional giggle and sniffle to hold back tears.
It was one hell of a morning.