Another Test

Our family was growing.

Sarah was such a little baby. Amazing to watch her grow.

Our children were very good with her.

That following December, I was going to have surgery on my legs. I was all set to go in on Wednesday.
The Saturday before, Tom's company had a Christmas party.

Tom and I always looked forward to this party. It was a night out with

other adults - chatting, dancing, eating and drinking.

The years we didn't have a little baby at home, we would stay the night.

The parties were usually at hotels.

This year, we felt Sarah was too little, we planned to go home.

I was so excited this year because I was able to go out and buy a great outfit.

Black high heels, a black blouse, and black - size 4! - tuxedo pants.

Thinking I was "sick" during the last few months, I lost a lot of weight.

I remember having a whiskey coke and thinking - should I be drinking?

There were a few people joking with us about having another baby. Ha ha!

Little did Tom know...I was planning to buy a pregnancy test on Monday.

I wasn't "late" but I just had that feeling again.

We had a lot of fun that night. I didn't feel the need to tell Tom what I was thinking. He'd find out soon enough...

Monday morning I went into the bathroom while Tom was getting dressed for work. I watched the test as the positive sign appeared.

I came out of the bathroom shaking and crying. Tom came rushing to me and asked me what was wrong. All I could do was mumble some words about the test - then I just handed it to him.

Tom was shocked. He looked at me and asked me what made me think I needed to take a pregnancy test.

(As if not taking the test would make me not pregnant.)
I told him I just had a very strong feeling that I needed to.
I was supposed to have surgery in 2 days. That would not have been good if I would have gone through the surgery while pregnant.

Tom left the room and went outside to shovel the snow that had fallen during the night. I went downstairs and sat in our Family Room and just cried.

When Tom was done shoveling, he came in and came over to me.

I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face.

I stood up and we just hugged. We were going to be ok.
That night I went to mass at our Church. It was December 8th, the day we celebrate Mary being told by Gabriel that she is going to be the mother of God's son, Jesus. The Immaculate Conception.
I loved sitting through the readings that night. I have such a love for Mother Mary. I felt like the readings were speaking to me a little more than usual.
After mass a few of my Bible Girls came up to me. They were telling me that they were praying for me that my surgery would go well.
I wasn't ready to tell anyone so I just told them that I was going to have to postpone my surgery for a little while. Thankfully, no one really questioned it.