My first HPT

January, 2005

It was a frightfully cold January day and my period was 2 days late. Although TJ and I weren't techinically "trying" yet, I did find myself entertaining ideas of pregnancy. I sat there in the living room, staring out the window and watching the little snowflakes cover front lawn. The idea that I could be pregant made my stomache flutter.

My insides now in knots, I finally headed out to walmart and purchased my very first home pregnancy test, thoughts of baby dancing in my head. Back at home I read the instructions and was disappointed to see that I was advised to use "1st morning urine". Rats! Not wanting to do it wrong, I reluctantly put the test away.

The next morning, I woke at precisely 3:32 am. Way to early to get up. I rolled over and tried to control my rush of emotions. I dozed in and our for a couple of hours, each time checking the time only to be disappointed that it was not time to get up yet. Finally at 5:30, I could take it no more. I silently crept out of bed and snuck off to the bathroom where I did my best to silently perform the test. I read the instructions 5 or so times, before finally peeing in a cup and dipping the "wand" in. Then I laid it flat on the counter and waited. I tried to look away, but that lasted all of 20 seconds. I peered at the test, one line. Surely there had to be another. I scrutinized some more, this time searching very closely for a second line. Still nothing. After 5 minutes staring at the test, I finally gave up. I threw away the test in disgust and went back to bed.

Later that day, Aunt Flo finally arrived and with much vengance. I hated her. Never before had I realized just how much I'd wanted to be pregnant. Maybe next month...