Pleasantly Unexpected: A Happenstance Baby Story
I came home from work with nothing but intuition as a sign. Seriously it was my gut that told me, “take the stupid pregnancy test, Beverly.” I did, half expecting it to come back negative just because it would be far too surreal for it to actually be true. I can still hear the doctor tell me “oh, it will be a couple months, take your time, have fun.” Whelp. That little bit of fun had been had. I came home after work and took a pregnancy test. Then another. And then another. In disbelief, a limp body, and giant eyes I turned out of the room to inform my husband. Teary-eyed and shaking, I announced to him that we were pregnant.
In all honesty, it probably took the whole 9 or so months for this concept to really hit me. I was going to be a mother. My knee-jerk reactions were “you haven’t had your baby names picked out since you were 14 years old” and “you don’t have a Pinterest board that details all the latest trends and technology embodying all things baby.” What in blazes are you doing having a baby?
Well, surprise, surprise. I overcome the initial shock and eventually on a hot August day at almost ten-thirty in the evening, with the 2016 Rio Olympics playing in the background, my daughter was born. It was like in one moment I opened my eyes and she was there. Quiet, wide-eyed, and all of a sudden equipped with the capacity to absolutely melt my heart.
I never imagined I would ever become a mother. I never felt like I was “the type.” Looking back, it's clear I had some deluded understanding of what constituted a person to be a good candidate for a parent. Oh, my silly and naïve self.
She was and is the kind of unexpected journey I never thought I would venture down. Happenstance can be a wonderful thing.