I hate to admit it

I was so taken back that I had to repeat the words out loud, a heart beat?! I had a Jessica Simpson moment thinking to myself, even if I was pregnant, how could he hear the heartbeat from the blood test. Luckily, he spoke before I actually said that out loud. What he was saying was that the pregnancy hormone level was so high he calculated that I was at least 6 weeks pregnant and that we could see the heartbeat on the ultrasound he scheduled for me the following day.

I hung up the phone and the nurse was hysterical. The assistants had all gathered in the treatment room and were crying and clapping. I was numb. Literally, because the medicine on my legs was in full affect. Figuratively, I didn't know what to do. I wondered if I should tell Jimmy or wait until after the ultrasound in case there was a mix up. Considering he can read me like a book, I rushed to his job to tell him the news.

He was shocked to see me. I have never shown up unannounced. He could tell I had been crying. He asked if I wrecked the Expedition. I shook my head no. He smile, pulled me close, kissed my forehead and said, "You're pregnant". There was no inflection in his voice to indicate he was asking a question like "are you pregnant?" There was no quiver in his voice to indicate uncertainty like "you're pregnant?" It was a statement. YOU ARE PREGNANT. As if he was telling me, I told you so!

I still wasn't so sure. Convinced the Dr. confused my blood with another patient, I took a home pregnancy test. I stared at the stick in disbelief. Two straight pink lines. Excitement and terror washed over me. Excited that our dreams of parenthood are coming to fruition. Terrified that I have to admit that like usual, Jimmy is right!