When I purchased a pregnancy test, my first ever, it was on Cinco de Mayo. My period was about one week late, and I spent everyday of that week convincing myself I was being paranoid and wasn’t really pregnant.
So by the time I was ready to snatch the Band-Aid off and buy a pregnancy test, taking it was nothing more than a way to clear my mind of what was the faintest of possibilities.
“Just look at it first,” I said to my husband in the bathroom of our St. Louis home.
I had just taken a pregnancy test. And after more than a year of trying to conceive with no results, I couldn’t wrap my mind around seeing another negative pregnancy test.
When I became Mrs. Paul Brandon Washington on April 30, 2016, my husband and I had one daughter, a 7-month-old named Journey.
Our family was a tight-knit circle completely enclosed. So when Paul declared we were ready for another kid, it caught me completely off guard.