Published on February 11, 2020

How we learned that we will have a family

By Stephanie Johnson / The Bulletin

Something was different with my body, but I wasn’t sure exactly what. I assumed that I was getting sick, or maybe I was just tired.

I went shopping and got that defeated feeling, probably the same feeling a man has when he is clothes shopping with a woman all day. Maybe not that bad.

My eating habits had changed. I ate much larger portions than usual and finished them lightning fast. I had never been more hungry in my life, and have never wanted such a variety of different things at once. I was drooling at the thought of cheese enchiladas and potato salad.

I came home from work one day, after having a really great day. I wasn’t more active than usual, but I thought I was going to pass out from exhaustion. Why would that be? Could it be?

I had been trying to get pregnant for a little while. I’ve had my suspicions before, but took a couple of pregnancy tests that came out negative. I didn’t really want to take another one anytime soon.

Oh, what the heck. What was the worst thing that could happen? Let’s just take one more. I was feeling out of kilter, anyway. Maybe this will be the one.

I bought a tester that shows one or two lines. Now, which one means what? I always get them confused and have to read the box. It showed one line and the faintest second line. What is that supposed to mean? Was I just a little pregnant?

I rushed to the nearest pharmacy to purchase another test. This time I was going the expensive route. I got one that spelled out my condition. I’d had enough of those lines.

I needed a clear, definitive answer, not a “maybe.” I also picked up a package of Rollo candy while I was there. I hadn’t had them in years, and they looked delicious on the packaging.

I ran into the bathroom like there was a sale going on and everything was 75% off. Those are the best sales – worth getting up early and preparing for battle.

I took that test faster than sorting through the clearance rack. Then I had to patiently wait on the result. What to do during this time? The instructions said it could take around five minutes or so – a perfect time to crack open the Rollos. But pizza sounded good also. Maybe both.

I went to preheat the oven for the pizza I was craving and came back to the pregnancy test, which the cat knocked down on the bathroom floor while I was gone. I picked it up and told the cat to find another toy.

And there it was, “Pregnant” – in plain English, not lines. I burst into tears.

I wanted to shout it from the rooftop, but that would have been risky in my new-found condition. Instead, I decided to wait until David, my husband, got home from work. That was a lot easier than climbing on the roof. But I had to think of a special way to let him know.

The oven had been preheated for a while and was ready to cook a pizza, which was still sitting on the counter. I cleaned the pregnancy tester and placed it on top of the pizza pan inside a kitchen cabinet.

As soon as David came home, I asked him to put the pizza on the pan and place it in the oven. He looked confused as to why I didn’t get around to doing it. I just sat there smiling and staring at him. He probably thought that I had finally gone crazy.

He reached his arm into the cabinet to grab the pizza pan. He found the tester, read the results and looked at me. I burst into tears again, unable to form any words. My mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out. He ran over and hugged me. Then we both cried.

This is what we were waiting for, what we had wanted. We are going to be a family. It was time to make a doctor’s appointment to make sure that this test was 100% correct. As I picked up the phone, the darned cat found the tester again and knocked it to the floor. The instrument that let me know that my life was about to change forever was now at the mercy of the cat. But it had served its purpose.

This story has just begun. Check future issues for updates.

(You can reach Stephanie at stephanie.bulletin@gmail.com. Or by writing to: The Bulletin, P.O. Box 2426, Angleton, TX. 77516)