Dear Diary,
Pinch me.Pinch me as hard as you can, because I’m in shock right now. This can’t be real. Am I really Mrs. Connor Hayden? Did this really happen? Are all of my dreams coming true? Wish me luck for more dreams to come myway.
Mackenzie
Mackenzie
Every daysince our wedding has been both nerve-wracking and amazing at the same time. Connor wanted to make sure we created a life between us, and lord, he has been trying, let me tell you. I love everyminute.
I have no idea what it feels like to be pregnant and I swear I’ve prayed—or straight begged—so many times my knees are going to be raw soon. My period is due, and I’m sick with apprehension andhope.
I’ve become so in-tune with my body, that every gas bubble or food movement makes me wide-eyed and cautious. I’m driving myselfcrazy.
I promised I would wait until I was actually late, but that thought went out the window this morning when I couldn’t wait anymore and had toknow.
I ran to the store and bought one of those early detection kits. I read somewhere that it worked better with your first morning pee so I held it, and now I feel like I'm going to burst, I have to go sobad.
After running up the stairs to our apartment, I race to the bathroom and sit, staring at a little pink stick that will decide myfuture.
A part of me feels bad not waiting for Connor, but when I got the idea of surprising him in a cute way, that was all I needed to push me toward buying thetest.
Pacing, I look at the stick for what feels like the hundredth time, dying for it to say something. Anything! The little timer just keeps turning, spinning around while it slowly torturesme.
It clicks, changing to words, and my heart sinks. Instantly I close my eyes, too nervous to see what it says. I wish Connor was here so he could read thestick.
I psych myself up, trying to remember that it’s still early, and even if it says I’m not, that doesn’t mean I never will be. It just means notyet.
Yes. That’s it. I’m going withthat.
After a deep breath, I open my eyes to see written in front ofme:
Pregnant
My hands covermy mouth as drops of water flow down my cheeks. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would happen, yet here I am, about to have a baby with the only man I’ve ever trulyloved.
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Connor
“Come in,”I announce after someone knocks on my officedoor.
I’m so engrossed in the research I’m doing on my computer that I don’t bother to see who it is. I’m on to something big here, and I think I may have just had a breakthrough with a client who’s beingblackmailed.
“I brought you some coffee,” I hear the sweetest voicesay.
Even though I don’t want to stop, I’m elated to see my wife surprise me at work. It’s still so crazy to saythat.
My boss was shocked when I told him. They were all happy for me and suggested I take time off for a honeymoon, which I hope to plansoon.
“Thank you, baby,” I say, reaching for the mug, curious as to what’s goingon.
She didn’t bring me Starbucks or coffee from any local shop. No, she is handing me a white mug, like the one I use at home. She tries to hide her laugh making me think she’s trying to pull one over onme.
“Should I be afraid to drink this or something? Are you trying to get rid of me already?” Itease.
She playfully hits my chest. “No, silly. Look at the mug,” she says tilting her head down toward myhand.
I read what it says and almost spill the contents all over my laptop when I see the wordsWe have a winnerand what looks like little sperm swimming around and a lucky one entering acircle.
