The Magic Stick and The Blue Lines!

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I woke up with a rather tired self this morning. It was not the usual inertia that I was used to, but a REAL one that kept pulling me back to my warm bed. It was nothing like anything that I had experienced before. My body hurt and oof, my breasts were at their sore best. That set my sleepy feet on fire and I ran to the washroom with my pregnancy test kit.

Well, I have been doing this running for quite some time now, only to be mildly depressed with a single blue line that promptly appeared on the stick, mocking me. This time, I sure did sense something different and did not get carried away by the usual feeling of hopelessness. I waited patiently for the magic stick to change its colour and alas, it did! There they were — two distinct blue lines telling me for the very first time that I was pregnant! The instruction manual advised me to read the result within 5 minutes; I checked and rechecked the status of the line every minute for the next 5 minutes, just to ensure that they stayed intact.

Oh, that moment — whatever I believed to be ecstasy seemed to blur, giving way to the most supreme minutes of my life. “I AM PREGNANT” – I told myself at least 10 times, and smiled and smiled and smiled, standing right there in the washroom. It took me more than a few minutes to comprehend the detail that was going to change my life forever.

I couldn’t hold my joy back; I ran to my husband, who was, by the way, at his ecstatic best too, catching up on his much treasured Sunday sleep, to break the news. I had rehearsed this moment a hundred times over the last few months, just like any other draamebaz Indian girl influenced by mainstream Indian cinema. But all I managed to tell my (half asleep) husband was, “I AM PREGNANT,” with a broad grin. I am sure he thought he was dreaming, because he smiled, said “ohhhhh, congratulations,” and went back to sleep!!

I spent one confused second there before running to my in-laws to break the news. No rehearsals done for this, but I guess that came out better. My in-laws were not sleeping and not dreaming, and that helped in articulating their heartfelt happiness and joy.

The internet advised me to repeat the test after 7 days, but I repeated it every day for the next 7 days and lived the satisfaction of seeing the two lines over and over again.

I was on cloud 9!!!

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