It was the night of our wedding. Lights were low, music was loud, and friends and family were dancing like there was no tomorrow. I was completely in love with the man of my dreams and we were sharing kisses and dances whenever we got the chance. Not a care in the world! After the reception we all headed out to the local bars to continue celebrating this wonderful, once in a lifetime occasion. I am talking away with my sister-in-law about life and happiness, when all of the sudden it hits me. Oh no, I'm late! Okay, I cannot be that late, let me just check my phone. 5 days, you cannot be serious! It's obviously the stress of the wedding, so I will just worry about it later.
After a long night of celebration, my husband and I head to the local Hilton Inn and settle down into our massive king bed with blankets so soft it was as if we were floating on clouds. I could not hold it in any longer, I just had to tell him. "Babe, I'm 5 days late". He responds with "You are joking?!". No, I would definitely not joke about this, and if I did it would not be on the night of our wedding! We both take a big sigh and think about the possibility that we may become parents in just 9 short months. My husband looks at me and says, "it's the night of our wedding, I will worry about this tomorrow".
The next day, sure enough, we had a positive pregnancy test. We took a deep breath, this is it. This is the end. Our lives of working all week and partying all weekend had to come to an abrupt stop. We were going to be parents. We wanted kids of course, but not right away. Yep, this was definitely the end of life as we knew it. Little did we know, this is where it all begins.
