I was SO nervous, I could hardly sleep. The whole night I was tossing and turning, mentally preparing myself for another disappointment in the morning. It was a few days later than the “suggested window” to test, as I could not bare another false positive. Finally, with the sun peeking through the blinds, it seemed like a reasonable hour to be awake. I snuck out of bed before Nick got up. Without going into too much detail, I unwrapped the last pregnancy test, said a quick prayer to accept whatever the result may be and proceeded to “test”.
I set the stick on the counter. I couldn’t bare to look. For a year I’ve so desperately wanted to see two positive lines, but never did I receive an authentic positive test.
A little wind-blown as we headed up to the scenic overlook where we had out very first date four years ago. This last year has been a real kicker (you know where), but I’m grateful for Nick. I’m grateful he endure the most painful, awkward first date EVAH and married me two years later so we could hike the SAME mt. two years lateeer, slightly less awkward with much better chemistry.
*Also, we avoided a very close run-in with a not-so-friendly rattlesnake on the trailhead. Apparently, this hike is not for the faint of heart.
AND, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THESE LEAVES!?! This can’t be real life.