If you haven’t read the first half, you should.
I went home from work that day at warp speed. The dog and I retreated to the bathroom with more tests and I started peeing while she started attacking flying wrappers. We lined those positive tests up and I was more convinced this was true. I had math to do. How the hell did this happen?! I was clearly in shock. I pulled out my app, crossed out some nights, figured in when doctor appointments were, what happened when, carried the one, decided that night was laughable sex and that night rocked, so that night was obviously it. We managed to get pregnant that night. I did more math, okay I googled, and came up with an approximate due date. Just like that we have a plan from A to B. Or more like from today till April 3rd.
I stared at the calendar. We can manage a third anniversary trip that involves adult drinks and a beach, with friends after this kid comes around. I made a mental note. Timing looked good.
The dog stared at me and was clearly feeding off my anxiety so I figured we should remain calm until the Husband came home. Mostly, remain normal. I called him with my best “everything is normal” tone. He said he would be extra late getting home from work. I burst into tears. It wasn’t anything near the “normal” I was going for. He called back five minutes later to make sure I was okay, apparently I was acting irrational.
I took the dog for a long walk, we came home and did yoga, we sat outside and read a book. I paced. I watched my DVR. I paced. I did more yoga. I needed a glass of wine. Oh, wait! Last night was the last time I would drink for 9 months. I hit the panic button. I watched the clock. The dog stared at me.
The Husband finally walked in the door a little after 10:30 pm. Normally my ass would have happily been in bed but I was perched on the couch. The dog jumped for him and he asked how my day was. I didn’t give this moment a ton of thought to be honest. Some do this big, grand, tell their Husband they are going to be a Daddy from Pinterest thing but I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I had done too much math and peeing for the day. My brain was full.
I went with the first thing that came out of my mouth “I didn’t know last night was going to be my last glass of wine for nine months!” Apparently I went with my first concern and started tearing up.
He stood there and started smiling. “Does this mean you are pregnant?”
I pulled out the millions of pee sticks and the dog stood proudly next to them. Yep, this meant I was pregnant. We sat on the couch in a bit of shock and talked. There were tears. (from me) There was laughing. (from him) We then went to bed and before we went to sleep the last thing we discussed was how nothing would be as we have known it again.
The following night we ceremoniously sat outside on the back deck and I had my official last glass of wine until next April.