Not much to say here, because the jubilation has taken over my brain and I’m feeling a little happy-drunk.
On New Year’s Eve, I peed on a stick and saw two pink lines. I then jumped up and down, squeeled a bit, and showed my partner.
His first reaction? Sex. I love that man.
His second reaction? Text messaging the above photo to all of our relatives, calling lots of people, and then posting the photo to Facebook (more on why that’s a bad idea later).
I’ve very literally been emotionally and physiologically high for days since finding out. I seriously feel a bit intoxicated, and as I’m not drinking these days, I can only imagine that’s from the crazy joyful hormones I’m pumping around.
Emotionally I’m just overwhelmed with a sense of things being right. And not just in comparison to the other times I’ve found out I was pregnant, which were much less graceful. I mean ‘a sense of things being right’ in a broader sense.
I can honestly say that finding out about this pregnancy was one of the genuine happiest moments of my life. And I’m talking happiest moments–akin to the moments I married my partner and birthed our daughter.
Sounds dramatic, I know. But so much of life involves making concessions, navigating around obstacles, and cutting things close–not this pregnancy. Everything about it is right, and that’s a rare feeling.