March 2010, 18:55 I am at home rushing around getting ready for a very reluctant session down the gym. My Wife is even more reluctant and I wouldn’t put anything past her when it comes to trying to get out of a trip to the gym. We are just about to leave as my Wife – Laura says ‘Wait I need a quick wee’ now I am sure that no woman wants their toilet habits be known on the World Wide Web, but I am trying to build a picture. ‘Should I do another test?’ It was only three weeks before that we had done two pregnancy tests and they both came back negative. We had another two tests left but we decided to leave it for a few weeks as we didn’t want to add any pressure. ‘Ok, but don’t get your hopes up’ I said, now maybe I should have been rushing to the toilet to watch her pee on the stick, after all this could be the moment that we cherish forever, but I didn’t mind waiting till the deed was done.
Three minutes passed slowly, I was waiting by the door as if I sat down I may not have got back up, I don’t have much will power. Thinking back a more motivated man may have spent that three minutes warming up, maybe lunging down the hall way but I am not much of a lunger! ‘Guess what’, Laura says from behind the toilet door, ’another negative?’ I respond. The door opens Laura is standing with the test in her hand ‘it’s positive!’ I blurt out ‘I can’t believe it’ no I seriously couldn’t believe it I know Laura and as I said she will do anything to get out of the gym! There it was 4 weeks + was displayed on the screen. I would like to say at this point I was throwing my arms round Laura and we were jumping around celebrating but we weren’t. It wasn’t that we weren’t happy it was that we couldn’t believe that we could be so lucky after all we had only been trying for 5 weeks. The thing that stalled us from celebrating was that the result said 4 weeks + and it was only 3 weeks ago that we did two separate tests that came back negative.
I suggested that we remain calm and go down the gym and when we come back we do the other test. Thinking back I don’t know why we didn’t do the second test there and then. Did I think that in an hour’s time she would be even more pregnant than she was now? That the extra hour would give a true result? Either way it was a bad idea, it was about to be the longest hour of our lives. Anyway we did what every young, energetic, health conscious couple would do and we drove to the gym that was ½ a mile away.
For every step that I made on the treadmill an image of Fatherhood would flash across my mind. You would think that the crashing sounds of Guns and Roses – Welcome to the Jungle would drown out the image of babies and parenthood but every song that came on was a background song to the future life that was playing through my mind. It was probably a good job that after a 30 minute run I was sweating as it would disguise any tear that I was trying to hold back. I was so excited I just wanted to get home but at the same time there was this constant nagging voice saying ‘Don’t be upset if it’s a false alarm, it will happen eventually’.
I met up with Laura and we made our way back to the car to return home. I thought it was a good sign when the next song that my iPod was about to play was Fragma –Toca’s Miracle!
That’s scary I thought to myself whilst I was staring at the second hand on the bathroom clock I couldn’t remember driving home. ’30 seconds to go’ I said, ‘its positive’ Laura yelled, ‘you sure?’ I responded, ‘I am positive, it’s positive!!’ Laura said whilst waving the freshly pee’d on stick in the air.
Well then, I thought its official, well till we get down the shop to buy another four tests just to double double check! I don’t think I will ever forget that night, the night that would change our lives forever. Maybe I am not that bad at lunging after all?!