Waits Family Annals

So, on Thursday, April 17, 2009, Liz woke up frustrated that her time had not yet come. She took a pregnancy test which claimed she was pregnant. I happened to be working at home that morning, and heard the annoyed growl. Assuming the stick was broken, Liz came into my office, “This thing says I’m pregnant!”

The first thought that came to my mind was “What is wrong now?” Not believing it completely possible, I called my mother and asked, “Do pregnacy tests give out false positives?” She laughed, and combined with Liz’s mother’s advice, we decided to take another one.

I drove to the grocery store at 11 in the morning. Dressed in slacks and a button down shirt for a work meeting later that day, I litterally ran through the entrance to the pleasure/oops isle. I grabbed a set of two tests and ran straight to a register to check out. I can only imagine what the employees were thinking: “Well, this boy has a little surprise on his plate this morning!”

When I returned home, we took a second one. It also said positve. It was at that point we allowed a glimmer of hope to open our hearts to the possibility we might actually have a child. It was also at this moment of growing emotion of wonder and expnding possibilities that I had to go catch a bus. I left Liz dumbfounded and giddy with a cautious excitement.

While on the bus, Liz called a nurse at a doctor’s office. “Well, I took two tests,” she said, “and both say I’m pregnant. What should I do?”

“Congratulations!” exclaimed the nurse. “You’re pregnant.”

“Uh. Okay, but what should I do?”

“Well, call your OB/Gyn. We are done with you at this office since you did not do a cylce with us.” We were seeing a fertility specialist and were a week away from undergoing a cycle of treatment. Due to the surprise, we evidently were done with the treatment we never started.

Liz called and told me the news. I was emotional and thrilled. Doubt, a familiar friend through this whole process, sat on my shoulder, and explained this could not be happening– to get more proof. I passed on Doubt’s suggestion to Liz. She hung up with me and called the OB/Gyn. She asked if she could come in and take a test.

“The test you take here is the same test you would take at home,” the nurse explained. “So congratulations. You’re pregnant!”

“Can we schedule a blood test then?”

The nurse laughed and complied.

At this point, Doubt started walking away. I walked the streets of Pittsburgh with wide eyes and completely taken in my thoughts of our growing family. It was good to say goodbye to Doubt, as he is not really fun to hang out with. He did turn back and wave to us later that day, so Liz took a third test… just to be sure. It was still positve.

And we were still having a baby.