On April 17th, Birdie's gift became apparent to Mark and I.
We were lounging in bed, getting some extra cuddle and chit chat time in, when Mark made a remark and I burst into tears. It wasn't anything mean or rude, but I became a puddle of tears nonetheless. Since this is usually a sign of my impending monthly friend, Mark asked when I was suppose to start. I thought about it and began to realize that my period was in fact late. Typically, I know my cycle like the back of my hand, but the grief from losing Birdie had preoccupied my mind. I got out my calendar and realized I was a week late. My hopes began to rise just a little bit.
We had to go grocery shopping that day, so I picked up a box of pregnancy tests. When we got home I took a test and the most marvelous thing in the world happen - pregnant appeared across the screen. My heart literally flew out of my chest. I was extremely excited and hopeful, but with my past history, I didn't want to get my hopes up too much. I came out to the kitchen to show Mark the test. He stared at it, stared at it some more and then asked, "What's it say?" I told him it said I was pregnant. He asked if I thought that was right. I responded that I sure hoped so and he nodded eagerly in agreement.
I took two more tests that night. With each positive result Mark and I got more and more excited. Could this finally be happening for us?