Our little black dot

Last Monday (March 2, 2009) I was preparing dinner and playing our new Wii (multi-talented, I know) when Amy came home from work.

She said she was going to change into comfy clothes and then come down and join me. Well, she did come downstairs, but said she didn't want the dinner I had planned (salmon in a Pinot Noir wine reduction sauce).

I was shocked. Amy didn't want fish and wine for dinner?!?!?! A dinner I had planned throughout the day and which was already in the early stages of being made. Now what am I going to make? I had gone to the store but only for the ingredients needed for that specific dish, and we didn't have a whole of other options in the 'fridge.

I turn around to question Amy on why and what she would like instead, and she just sticks out her hand holding a stick.

Pregnant.

She smiles and giggles; I get wide-eyed and sit on the coffe table.

"Really," I ask.

She bites her lip and nods gingerly, "Yeah."

My first thoughts, surprisingly, were not about the joys of becoming a father or the shock of my life changing or being concerned about finances - things all parents feel when they find out they are expecting.

"What the hell am I going to make for dinner?"

We talked a bit about the validity of the test and the natural curiouisty of when it might have been conceived and how far along she was/is and the possible due date. A vague due date of possibly the second week of November was established.

We didn't want to tell anyone, but we needed to talk to somebody about what this meant. It was too late in the evening and too silly to call a doctor. We didn't want to tell our parents for fear of getting them excited about something that might be a fals alarm.

We needed an expert who would understand how we felt, would be excited for us, somebody we knew would give us an honest assesment of our situation, but also realize that we didn't want other people to know just yet.

We decided to call my sister.

Nicole is someone I would definately call an expert on childbearing. She and her husband have four kids. The oldest one just turned 6 and the youngest (our Goddaughter Julia) just turned 1. That means she has been taking care of children nonstop for six years! Nicole would be excited and honest and give us some pointers right away.

Apparently there is no such thing as a false-positive with pregnancy tests. They can say 'not pregnant' when, in fact, you are pregnant, but the chances are miniscule it would say 'pregnant' when you're not. It might say pregnant if you have cancer, so we were praying for it wasn't that.

Nicole said Amy could have the fish in wine sauce and even a glass of wine, but only one serving of each.

That made me happy.

Amy took another test the next day, and the second opinion was the same as the first. I think that made it 'real' for Amy, but I think I was still waiting for it be official from a doctor.

Amy's first doctor's appointment was on Thursday, March 12. I was shocked at what they had to do to her, but she said it was easier than a pap smear. And all this time I thought Pat Smear was just a guitarist in rock bands.

Long story short, I now know I am going to be the proud parent of a black dot!