I know. I’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do, right?
The truth is, I ain’t got much for inquiring minds. I really have no logical explanation as to how or when this little baby came to be. Yes, I know quite a bit about anatomy and physiology. But when you have discussions like, “Let’s be very intentional about preventing any surprises until we have a discussion after the girls’ second birthday,” you might understand how I’d be a little shocked to see a positive sign light up on a pregnancy test, days before I’d even consider the possibility.
The non-existent dirty details:
Chris leaned over to me during a session at our conference in November and whispered, “I know we’re not supposed to talk about this until April… but I still really want another baby and I hope you’re pregnant right now without us even trying. I’m just saying.”
I promptly left that meeting and hitched a ride to the nearest Target, where I procured two pregnancy tests. My man does not mess around with that stuff. He’s successfully predicted most of the facts surrounding our other pregnancies – down to conception dates, number of babies, and genders.
I returned to the conference and headed straight for the ladies’ room. Glamorous, I know. I’ll never forget it, though… it was there I encountered my first-ever dud test. I waited nearly ten minutes, and nothing changed. There were no colors or shadows. Nothing even changed on the control window. I took it as a sign to stop worrying and put the fresh one away in my purse, returning to worship in the main auditorium. That lasted about twenty minutes.
I knew I was only on day twenty-nine, but come on… my prophetic husband whispered it. I had to find out for sure! I excused myself to the bathroom again, this time to find a positive sign on the new test. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck, but I couldn’t stop smiling. It was all just so crazy. There was no way you’d have been able to convince me, if I wasn’t staring at it myself.
With pregnancy tests past, Chris has been slightly disappointed with the way I’ve delivered him the news. He’s a romantic, an artist, and a comedian. This time, I decided to make it count. I told our pastor before anyone else, and I had him hit Chris with it at our debrief meeting that night. He passed out some cheap gas station cigars and made a toast to our church’s growth. He ended with a comment about the biological growth of the Kincaid family, adding one more to the parade. Chris jabbered his jaws as usual, with some joke about trying to convince me to have one more. I had to look him in the face and say, “No babe. I’m actually pregnant.” Once it hit him, he jumped up on his feet and paced around the room for awhile with this hilarious, crazy look on his face and the cigar in his hand.
He finally settled down by kneeling in front of me, grabbing my face in his hands, and thanking me. The happy tears in his eyes calmed all of my anxiety and fear, and I’m still capturing hold of that moment each time I find myself in shock again. This husband of mine makes everything so much easier, so much more full of joy.
So here we go again, y’all! Rest assured it’s only one baby, and that is most definitely the last pregnancy. Our families and children have received the news with much enthusiasm, and they’ve been incredibly supportive. Stay tuned for bedroom rearrangements and church van test drives.