the positive.

The day I found out I was finally pregnant was also the day my father died. While my dad's death was no surprise, the positive pee test actually was. Acting as my father's executor, I was on my way to his home to fetch some paperwork. During my drive, I realized three days had past since my period was scheduled to start. I promised myself that I would wait to test until my monthly visitor was late for at least three days, because I just hate the let down of a negative pee test. Suddenly feeling the need of some good news to counteract the devastation of dad passing away that morning, I decided to stop at a Family Dollar and buy a pregnancy test. The picture above the the result of that very test. My initial reaction was a little guarded. After all, we had been trying for a baby for two years, and I had suffered a miscarriage just five months earlier. Could this really be happening? Even after the miscarriage and the stress from four months of dealing with my ailing father? I snapped a picture of the test result with my phone before it had a chance to change it's mind.