Where's the "Not"?

We left Dingle at 3:30 on Friday morning (9:30 CST Thursday night), drove to Shannon, flew to Newark, flew to Austin, rented a PT Cruiser, stopped by home to swap out clothes in our suitcases and throw a basket of laundry in the PTC, drove to Weatherford, arriving at 11:30 CST Friday night. It was a whirlwind trip, but totally worth it to be able to be with Murner in her last 27 hours. After visiting with her for a few minutes that night, we checked into a Hampton Inn and dissolved into the incredibly comfortable bed.

The next morning I pulled out the home pregnancy test I had thrown into my suitcase while at home, and hmmmm... that's something I have never seen before. Where's the "Not"? I was used to seeing "Not Pregnant" and this one just said "Pregnant".

I had always assumed I would do something incredibly creative to tell Alex that we were going to be parents. After all, he had done such a fabulous job with our wedding proposal (see first post in this blog for details). But after all the travel and the countless other things on my mind, the best I could do was crawl into bed, spoon up behind him and breathlessly say, "honey, we're pregnant". Neither of us felt like there was anything missing from the way I broke the news to him :)

It was a bittersweet day that followed. I was able to tell Murner that I was going to have a baby, but knew that she would never get to meet him or her. I like to think that Murner is now our baby's guardian angel, and know that he or she is in the best hands possible because of this wonderful caring woman.