Thoughts of a surprised mom

Going, er, you know, potty on a stick is a very unromantic way to check if one's pregnant. It seems somehow unequal such a potentially joyous occasion. Despite that, as we all filed into the bathroom, me, followed by Carter, followed by Paige (What mother uses the toilet alone? Not me!), followed by Brian (I think Brian followed partly to keep the kids out of my hair while I was "busy," partly to be there himself when the results showed up), excitement, knowing, accompanied by anxious denial all filled me till I felt I might just burst. . .

~Intermission~

Nothing's happening ... But then color, purplish pink to be exact, slowly seeped across the "window." Brian and I stood, heads together, looking at the "stick" which would determine our future. "There's just one line," came Brian's disappointed but a-little-bit-relieved voice. "No...," I said, "that's a positive sign, honey." We slowly looked up at each other as goofy grins stole across our faces. Surprise, we're pregnant! Ready or not, here comes number three.