I had just finished telling Martin that I think we shouldn't try anymore. Afterall, I AM almost 40, and I DO have two beautiful children already. We suffered two miscarriages within the last year. One of them nearly killed me. Do I really want to go through that again? Take another chance? Get my hopes up again? So I told Martin I think he should make an appointment to get the vasectomy like we've discussed.
Martin tells me that he will do whatever I think is best. He just wants me to be happy (the man is an angel). Reluctantly, I tell him to go ahead. As deep as this longing for another child is, I know that I'm the kind of person who can be happy again, even when things don't work out.
Later that day we're out shopping at Shoppers Drugmart. I get one last pregnancy test, just in case. Last month's period came early and was a bit lighter than normal. You never know, right? When I get home I pull the Clearblue digital pregnancy test stick out of it's pack. I don't bother waiting to collect my morning urine which gives more accurate results or anything like that. I just want to get it over with. I don't want to be left wondering until my next period is due. I can't stand not knowing.
I don't have to wait long. The indicator shows my result - Pregnant. A minute later it reads 2-3 weeks. It is December 18th. "Merry Christmas, Daddy!" I tell Martin.
Here we go again...
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