Two lines?

This morning, while Matt was in our bathroom, I snuck intothe hall bathroom to take a test. I dreamt about it all night long-- every night I've been dreaming about our baby or that I was pregnant, or that I took a test-- but I didn't want to "jump the gun". It also might be too early to test; it could turn out negative but I could still be pregnant, and I didn't want to get Matt depressed or disenchanted too early! So I left it in there, closed the door, and twiddled my thumbs while Matt got dressed. Then when we went out to make coffee I stepped in to check, prepared for the worst.

And then I said, "Oh my God". I told Matt to "get in here" and said "I did it, I didn't tell you but I did it". There were two lines. A very very faint 2nd line, but it was there. PREGNANT.

I know it's still early. There's a chance it's the trigger working its way out of my system. As I continue to test the line will either disappear or get stronger.

But here is what counts: for the first time in my life I have had a positive pregnancy test. Even if this doesn't work out, at least I have that moment-- the moment with my husband where our prayer and our hope was actually tangible.