It was a little spooky, actually.
My mother and I were talking on the phone and she started talking about how I shouldn't make any big plans next year because of the baby. I laughed, I said, you must know something I don't know, there's no baby!
Well, there will be, she said.
I brushed it off, we continued the conversation. When we got off the phone, I felt unnerved, and realized I was a couple days late. But that wasn't unusual, I skip periods altogether sometimes, have had terrible fertility issues, it took over a year for me to get pregnant the first and second times and both pregnancies ended in early miscarriage.
My husband and I were in the room together through this whole time, and I didn't want to tell him I was actually spooked by what my mom had said, so I didn't say anything. When he went to the kitchen to make some toast, since neither of us were feeling much like having a real meal, and I decided to set my mind at ease and pee on a stick.
A couple minutes later, I called out to him in the kitchen, "Can you come here for a minute? I need you..." "I'm finishing the toast, can it wait?" "Uh...I guess..." "I'll be right there."
I didn't know what to say to him in the moment when he appeared. I just held up the stick! I wasn't sure whether he'd be pleased (we'd been trying for a while, but for a few reasons the exact timing was really poor) until he gave me this wide-eyed grin and a huge hug and kiss. Awww, I'll remember that always!
Then I called my mom and cried and asked her how she'd known. One of the weirdest damn things I've ever had happen.