Divine Signs

Today the clouds parted, the light of heaven poured over me, and I SWEAR I heard a choir of angels singing.

I'm in Durham, NC visiting the Holy Land (the Duke University Campus) with Gina & Ava. We just finished admiring the noble beauty of the Duke Chapel and were ready to spend some money on anything and everything in blue. I push open the Chapel doors and step out into the sunshine. Who do I see directly in front of me on the Chapel steps? Coach mother fucking Mike Kryzyewski!!!!!!!! My heart is racing, I might be hyperventilating (Gina asks if I got stung by a bee). This is the best moment of my life! The ONLY thing stopping me from running over to him, placing his hands on my womb, and asking him to bless this life growing inside of me is the fact that my brain has frozen and I am not able to move. (Minor detail) All I'm able to do is stare and take short, shallow breaths.

Now, I'm not one to believe in signs, but really- could a bolt of lightning be more obvious? I think not. What are the chances of my being on the Duke campus, visiting the Chapel, at the same time Coach K is on campus, during the summer, on his way to a family christening? Since I'm not smart enough to have actually attended Duke, I never took statistics. But I think the probability of this event occurring is like 7 billion:1.

So here is what I have divined from this event: 1) My child is boy. 2) He will be an awesome basketball player. 3) He will get a full basketball scholarship to Duke. 4) He will be a genius. 5) We will be rich.

What more could a mother ask for?

Peeing on a stick

My fingers are crossed. I KNOW I shouldn't be doing this yet. It's only day 28. My cycles run long. If I do this and it's negative, I'll be depressed but talk myself into testing every single day until.... but because I can never, ever, EVER wait for anything, I do it today.

For months I've been charting everything possible. My BBT, my periods, my ovulation, my fluids, my feelings, even my freakin' sex life- it's all there- charted and graphed. Very scientific. I have been peeing on some kind of stick everyday since November. I don't think I CAN even pee without a piece of plastic between my legs. But this stick, could be THE stick.

WTF? E.P.T has given me a plus sign! I feel a jolt of happiness and a surge of adreline and then.... disbelief. Really? For Real? For Sure? I'm so used to having the anti-result, I can't trust this result.

So, to tell Art right away- or do I wait a few days- just in case. I play it cool for about 5 minutes, and then he says something lame like "Who's your daddy?" and I say "Speaking of being a daddy...." He asks if I'm pregnant. I get him the pee stick. Then I poke him with it a few times because he thinks it's gross I'm holding something I peed on. I'm going to be an awesome mom!