One Fateful Call

8:00 am.

I braced myself as the needle disappeared into my vein. The crimson liquid raced through the tube, filling the glass vile. As many times as I’ve sat in this chair, I still cringe when Chris announces “you’re going to feel a slight poke.”

After heralding Chris for a painless blood draw, Davey and I stopped at the nurses station and made optimistic predictions of the pregnancy test.

“We’ll call you between noon and 1:00 with the results,” Terri assured us.

Ugh. Four hours of utter torture.

We planned a busy morning, thinking it would distract us from the phone call. But alas, nothing alleviated the heaviness in the pits of our bellies. I can’t remember how many times I looked over to see Davey hunched over, as if he were catching his breath or preparing to hurl. In effort to cope with the anxiety, he suggested we rehearse our reactions should we receive good news or the alternative.

“If it’s good news,” I responded, “I’ll jump up and down and scream at the top of my lungs!!”

“No, no, no!” Davey exclaimed. “We must remain calm. We cannot get too excited.” His tender heart had endured so much pain over the last year and a half, he wasn’t ready to endure any more.

As 12:00 fell upon us, we kept glancing at the minutes as they slowly and painfully inched on.

12:15.

The phone rang.

The doctor was on the other end of the line and his tone was somber.

“This is Dr. Mersol-Barg,” he said.

My heart sank. I placed him on speaker and set the phone down.

“And I’m on the line with the rest of the staff,” he continued.

My heart began to beat faster as my brain registered what that might mean.

“You’re pregnant!!” They all shouted in unison, followed by jubilant cheers and congratulations.

I melted into a puddle of tears, just as I had imagined, months and months of excitement and pain flowing over me like the Niagara Falls.

And remember how Davey wished to remain calm? He was anything but. He was jumping up and down, laughing and crying, a huge sense of elation washing over us.

To say it was a magical moment is an understatement. I cannot find the right words to fully justify the breadth and depth of joy that we feel in the deepest recesses of our hearts, nor can I properly express how much the special announcement from our friends at Dr. Mersol-Barg’s office touched our hearts.

We enjoyed sharing the news with our family members who were also anxiously awaiting our fateful call. Breathless and excited, we didn’t get too creative with our announcements other than blurting out the news as quickly as they answered the phone.

We. Are. Stoked! And while we’re only in the infancy of our journey – just three weeks along – we are so ready for this beautiful adventure. After all, wishes really do come true.