My husband and I were married in 2012, but we decided to wait it out and just started trying to conceive since January this year, so I’m sure you can imagine my excitement whenever it’s the end of the month to see if we had been successful. I thought it was as easy as simply doing the deed and then getting pregnant just like that but as the months rolled by with my period in perfect attendance, my hopes was getting a bit deflated. The first half of the year was already gone before we hit the jackpot and when I finally discovered that I'm pregnant, it came at the moment when I had least expected it that I wanted to literary laugh out loud.
I was a week late before I took the test. The waiting was excruciating as I was fully aware the very first day I missed my period. I was toying with the idea of buying a test kit, but I decided to wait it out a bit. My self-control was fueled by the fear of disappointment, so I wanted to make sure that my period wasn't just late. By the end of the week, I couldn't take it anymore. One of my best friends who I was chatting with that day warned me that I’m going to cry if it turns out positive. I told her, the mere thought of it alone is already making me cry, and we laughed.
In our bathroom at home that evening, two red bright stripes appeared on a pregnancy test I was clutching in my hands and cried I did. After some time, I went out calmly to my husband and showed him the stick and his face lit up like a bulb. We hugged.
Yes, we’re pregnant!
Yes, we’re pregnant!
