It's the Hardest Part

It was this past Tuesday, when I got home from work.  I'd just opened a beer, and she asked me if I wanted to go sit on the porch.  She had something she wanted to show me.  I sat and waited for her on the porch swing.  I sipped my cold PBR and watched the condensation run down the sides of the bottle.  Then she came out the door with the blue plastic pirate bowl Summer had given us earlier this year and presented it to me.  In it were two pregnancy tests, two different brands, both positive.  The waiting was over.

We are pregnant.

We've been trying for over two years now.  I don't think I'd realized how much the anxiety over it had become background noise in our relationship until it happened, and we were there.  We've both been smiling, maybe even a little giddy since then