I took another First Response test. No doubt this time—two pink lines. I’m pregnant.
Still.
This will likely end up on a blog at some point, but right now it’s just a Word document. I took a pregnancy test at 10:30 this evening (well, yesterday evening), expecting it to be negative. I’m only ten days past ovulation, but I thought I’d give it a shot anyway. I just had a feeling… call it intuition or impatience or insomnia.
First Response: one solid pink line and… one very, very faint pink line. Could it mean I’m pregnant?
I studied those lines for several minutes, convinced I was imagining the second line. I took a couple of pictures, just in case, since Jay is deployed. I need a record of the event, right? I still couldn’t tell. The line got darker over an hour or so, which doesn’t mean anything, I know. The test guidelines are very clear about not attempting to read the test after an hour. I could see something, though. The kit said if there was even a faint line, I was pregnant. But how faint is faint? I knew I couldn’t go to bed and sleep until I took another test. I never really enjoyed chemistry and this was why—inconclusive results.
I had the First Response test lying around from months past, but my ovulation predictor kit came with a free pregnancy test. Thankfully, it was a Clearblue Digital. There was no question this time. The chemistry experiment was successful.
Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.
The word looks strange if you stare at it long enough, as I have been for the last thirty minutes. Pregnant. I don’t know when the digital stops showing the result, but it’s still there. Pregnant.
It seems I’m pregnant. I’m 41 and I’m pregnant. After only having two months to try while Jay was home, one of those when I had pneumonia, I didn’t think it would happen until the end of this year. Maybe even next year. Maybe never. But it was a mid-deployment rendezvous in St. Augustine, Florida that got us here.
Pregnant.
A short conversation, a few days ago:
Jay, upon finishing an article in Foreign Affairs written by Lyric Hughes Hale: “I want to name our child Lyric.”
Me, contemplating the sound of Lyric Wright: “Okay. That’s cool.”
A short conversation, today:
Me, half-jokingly: “If we had twins, we could name them Lyric and Poet. They’re kind of gender-neutral names and you could call a boy Poe for short.”
Jay, seriously contemplating this: “True. He could be Poet Duncan.”
Me, surprised: “That’s not bad.”
Jay: “And I could call him Podunk for short.”
Me: “You are not allowed to have anything to do with naming my children.”
I was at a loss for a couple of character names this afternoon, wanting very meaning-specific names, so I Googled “baby names.” I came up with the usual million and one baby name sites, as well as Celebrity Baby Blog. Who knew such a thing existed? Okay, probably everyone but me.
The celebrity rags barely register on my radar when I’m out shopping, so it’s no surprise that I didn’t know there was a blog devoted to all things celebrity baby. Two things caught my eye right away: the number of over-40 celebrity moms or moms-to-be (Marcia Cross, Julianna Margulies, Helen Hunt, Brooke Shields, Courtney Thorne-Smith, Nicole Kidman, Helena Bonham Carter, Angela Bassett, Holly Hunter, just to name a few) and that, in addition to providing sometimes unflattering woman-with-child photos (poor Melissa Joan Hart), Celebrity Baby Blog also tracks down all those fabulous baby accoutrements that celebrity moms (and dads) buy for their fashionable babies, toddlers and kiddos. Seriously.
Want the stroller Naomi Watts uses for her son Sasha? Here it is, for only $449. Looking for that nifty Baby Bjorn Julianna Margulies is toting baby Kieran around town in? It’s all yours. You can also buy Tori Spelling’s $140 diaper bag, Brooke Burke’s 1 in the Oven chic black maternity T-shirt and Gwen Stefani’s Meet Me in Miami maternity dress. Not to mention all the other baby and mommy gear. Tons of it.
Personally, I like Chewable Jewels by Dr. Bloom. Not for the baby I don’t have, for me. They’re better than chewing on my nails, right?
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