August 6th occupies a nice little spot in my
heart and mind these days. It was last August 6th (a Wednesday) that
Ali and I learned of our greatest adventure yet.
We were on vacation house-sitting in Eagles Mere the week
prior. Heading back to work is never easy and by the time Wednesday the 6th
rolled around, we were both wishing we were back in PA enjoying the mountain
air.
On this particular Wednesday, we both had pretty awful days
at the office. When we got home, it was all we could do just to make dinner and
find a few minutes to relax with one another. Ali went to the change out of her
work clothes and I went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. You know it’s
been a really bad day in Davey World when wine becomes appealing. As I waited
in front of the TV – quality programming I’m sure - I poured two glasses of
wine. Then my wonderful wife appeared to my right.
“I think I’m going to pass on the wine tonight…”
You could probably guess what ensued. Our emotions rushed in
two different directions. Ali, shock. David, gitty like schoolgirl. We were
overwhelmed with emotions. And then, “Are you sure?” We looked at the test.
“Looks like a ‘+’ to me. Right? Umm, do another one.” No more tests in the
house – and this was not the time to
leave things any less than 100% definitive. …quick, Ali, drink some water. I’m
going to Safeway!
I return 20 minutes later with 3 new tests (from 3 different
manufacturers, of course) to a wife bursting at the seams. 3 tests and 30 minutes
later, we’re still not 100% convinced. It wasn’t until the following morning,
in the doctor’s office, after a blood test that we accepted the news that we
had been hoping for; Ali was pregnant.
No comments:
Post a Comment