The day the world started over

It was just shy of 6 months after our wedding. I was home sick.  P had just bought a motorcycle.

**crickets**

Say what now?

We needed a second form of transportation, and a motorcycle was the cheapest and most efficient form at that point.  He brought it home this day.  Little did we know I would only go on one ride with him!

So, I'm home sick.  Something just doesn't feel right.  And (plug your ears boys)  I hadn't had a period in about 6 weeks.  I really didn't think I was pregnant, though.  After all, I had just gotten off of birth control.  Every test had come up negative (and I had taken a lot.)  I asked P to come home a bit early so misery could have some company.

As per usual, he called when he left work, asking if I needed him to get anything.  I wanted another pregnancy test, but then I realized I still had one at the house.  I voiced all of this, of course.  We hung up, and I headed to the bathroom.  I was truly expecting to have just flushed another $7 down the drain.  I was not expecting a second pink line.  But almost immediately, there it was. Bright, bold, and beautifully pink.  My drea of being a mommy was going to come true!

I had to tell everybody right away.  I had to tell P first. Shaking, I called him- and asked him to pick up more pregnancy tests.  He got that voice- that scared, terrified, man voice- and said "What did it say?"

I said, "I'm pregnant!!" (Note: he was driving at the time.  On the freeway.  Probably not the best time to tell a man he's going to be a daddy for the first time.)

This marked a huge change in our relationship.  We went from talking about the future to living it.  We wanted to do so much before the baby came.  We wanted to travel.  We wanted to have money saved, have our own house, have more time just us.  We had to cram as much as we could into 10 short months.

Our marriage changed forever.