Jo Saxton

Ah, finding out your pregnant. What a joyous, beautiful, and picturesque experience. You surprise your husband with the news hair perfect, face made-up, wearing pearls and an apron. He embraces you and gives you a heel-popping kiss. Yeah, not so much.

My experience were much more comical.

In Spring 2006 my husband and I felt like God was saying to put the decision to have a baby in His hands. So I stopped my pill, started prenatal vitamins, and we started “not NOT trying.” We continued with normal activities, not temperature taking or ovulation kits. We just let God take care of it.

I cried every month I found out we were not pregnant, it was dreadful. I was not worried about fertility issues. I was just SO ready to be a mom. October rolled around and I got a violent stomach flu that had been going around school. I’m talking bathroom visits every 15 minutes for hours on end. I decided I should see the doctor, but my husband suggested I take a test before heading to the appointment.

Well sure enough, I peed on a stick, the line appeared, and my hormones kicked in!

There I was in the waiting room no make-up, sick as a dog, ghastly pale, and in clothes that could double as pajamas. I could barely contain the emotion that had been building up in me since I saw the result of the pregnancy test. It is my turn to go back. As the nurse is taking my weight, temperature, etc, I lost it. I was sobbing. Now this was not some cute dainty little cry. This cry was the big ugly, can’t catch your breath, snots a runnin’ cry. The nurse asked what was wrong. I told her I might be pregnant. She asked it that was a bad thing. Whatever could have given her that idea?!?! No it wasn’t a bad thing at all, I was just a basket case.

Sure enough I was pregnant.

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