Two Pink Stripes

When Puck and I embarked on the new adventure that would lead us to parenthood, we were prepared for it to take us some time, and we weren’t adverse to the idea of having to “practice” before getting right. However, it was only in late November when we gave ourselves over to fate, and on New Year’s Eve, we decided to do a home pregnancy test…just in case. I read the instructions and pulled out the testing stick. However, before I left the stick on the counter for the requisite 3 minute wait, two pink stripes were already clearly visible. In a high-pitched voice, I called out, “Honey?” And Puck appeared already certain of what that call meant.

Those two stripes appeared mighty fast.

We stared at those two pink stripes, hugged each other (a little dazed) and decided to take Shakti out for a walk around the block. We would check the stick again upon our return, and then we’d call family with a surprise for their New Year’s Eve. A pleasant walk later, there were still two pink stripes. A quick photo or two and the calls began. One relative was surprised we were telling family so early. The answer: these are the same people I would want to talk to if something went wrong or if I had a question about something.

Is that nervous look from aiming the camera or is it the face of new father fear?

We decided to wait until further along in the first trimester to announce it to our friends, which is why I am writing this blog post knowing that I won’t actually post it for some time still. The news might still slip out, but for now, it’s a fairly private adventure. (I’ve discovered that I can password-protect posts, so here goes.)