Well, Hello There Jellybean.
Today was just another Friday, the usual. Woke up, got ready for work, escaped the madness in the morning unscathed by your Poppa, Sister and Brother, and was on my way. Something was definitely different though. I suddenly had that feeling when your tongue begins to sweat and I thought to myself, "Nausea?". I instantly thought of Pan-De-Bono at 7 Eleven and I pulled over to buy some before making it to the office. Those round little buttery balls of bread and cheese goodness that can sometimes send you on a one way ticket to Heaven. Those Colombians really discovered something with the creation of those things. Anyhow, didnt give it much thought until I made it to the office. Did I just really feel nausea? Better look into it, I thought. Decided I'd just buy some over the counter pregnancy tests at lunch time. We have had some false alarms in the past, but this time was different. I really had a feeling about it and lunch time couldn't come faster. It wasn't even 12 yet, maybe 11:55 am? I ran off straight to Walgreens, grabbed a box, paid and was out. Picked up some lunch and headed back to the office. Had to get this over with. Ran to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and it was time for the truth...
I... Stopped... Breathing.
Even then, I was like, I have another one in the box. Let's just try this again in an hour and see. Could be a test error, another false alarm.
Two Hours Later...
I'll just buy another box on the way home, a better, more reliable brand. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Could this really be happening? Are we ready for this? I mean, I know I am, will Ryan be ready for this? Will he flip out? Will he be upset? So many thoughts ran across my mind, I didn't know what to think. But I wanted this, eventually... Could this really be it? If it was... Oh, but if it was...?
It was time to go home, ran out of the office at five on the dot. I made my way to a different store, just in case. Bought a different test, a digital one this time. There is no denying when you can READ it, flashing "Pregnant". When I finally got home, I ran straight to the bathroom and assumed the position, again. The wait is a little longer on these, and my heart was racing with every second that went by as I stared at the test and the little hourglass on the screen as it sat on the sill of my shower next to me. And then...
At this point, there was no denying it. Might as well use the second test that came in the box. And...
Four tests later, there was no doubt in my mind. Time to tell Ryan. He was on his way home, still. Talk about anxiety... Do I just tell him? Can I come up with a nifty creative way to say it? Should I record it? What if he reacts badly? What if he doesn't take the news well? What if this pisses him off? Maybe I shouldn't record it... Ofcourse, I should. Regardless of his reaction, this was happening... this was it. He was going to accept it, no matter what.
There was no going back now, NO BRAKES.
NO BRAKES. NO BRAKES.
When the Bubba got home, I was in my instant poodle mode. That's what I call it when I follow him around the house talking to him about my day and overwhelm him with stories that he probably doesn't care to listen or doesn't listen to at all altogether anyhow... I know this, but I still follow him around and tell him anyway. If I had a tail, it would be wagging effervescently as I follow him from room to room. The only time he stops is in his favorite place in the world, the toilet. And then I thought, this is the moment. I run to the room, grab all four test sticks, barge in the bathroom while he is on his throne, and ask him to close his eyes and hold out his hand...
After running through a rollercoaster of emotions, I was so at ease to know everything was going to be okay. I knew that the moment Ryan stopped and looked at me and asked...
"So, we're having a Jellybean?"
...Be still, my heart...
Hello, Jellybean.
