Chapter 1: The conception of Hope
I first learned of Hope’s being from a phoebe who flew into our house. After I opened the doors for her to fly on, I thought, “Oh yes, a messenger delivering a hint of news”. And indeed it was.
That night I took a pregnancy test that turned positive with such quick vigor. Second-guessing, I called the test hotline to ask if it should have turned positive so quickly.
A sincere man reassured me and asked if congratulations were in order. Yes. He and I were the only ones to know for those first few hours. I cherished this secret time with just me and my baby- time with a seed that was to be Hope. I wallowed in being with child again- delighted in the carrying once again. I cried and laughed, the first expressions of my love for Hope.
At 9pm, Brian and I had a phone date to celebrate our anniversary, October 15. I told him then but he I believe had known before the official test. Together, that night, we shared our pride and went to sleep once again as expecting parents.
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