Like waiting for Christmas...

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I am straying a little off topic with today’s optionalprompt about something that makes you so excited you can’t sleep, “It’s like…”

5 minutes go…

When I am excited about something, I always say it’s likewaiting for Christmas. There were a quite a few years in between being at homewith my parents and being a parent where I was able to fall asleep on ChristmasEve with no problem.

This prompt made me think about taking pregnancy tests.Results were instantaneous, but waiting until the proper window to take a testwas like waiting for Christmas. It was torture. Weird analogy I know. Christmas was/is exciting, negative pregnancytests were not.

Of all the pregnancy tests I ever took, when I was pregnantwith Christopher, I was certain I was pregnant, yet I hadn’t missed a period. Ijust had a feeling that I wouldn’t even admit to myself. On a particular datein April 2004, it was early enough to take a test but I waited. I didn’t wantto be disappointed by yet another “sure” feeling.

Times up.

As I recall, the day I decided to take a test was a workday.It was a Friday and afterwards I was going straight to a coworkers wedding. Atthe wedding someone’s husband made the mistake of remembering me as, “You werepregnant last time we met.” His wife nudged him and I said, “Yes um, that onedidn’t work out.” I felt as bad for him as I did for my needless response. Yetmy reaction was not a pang in my heart. It was easy to smile at him and say, “That’sokay” to his hot red face. I was excited to get home and take a pregnancy test.

It was like waiting for Christmas.

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