*This is something that I wrote and entered in a short story contest a few months ago. I didn’t win but I got an honorable mention. The story couldn’t be more that 500 words (mine is probably half that) and the writing prompt had to start with the sentence: I took my first pregnancy test when we lived in that old house on Rory Drive.
I didn’t spend nearly enough time as I wanted on it so it’s raw. When I have time (like when my daughter goes away to college in 17 years) I would like to add more to the story. But my mom told me I should post it as is and everyone knows you have to do what your mom says. 😀
I took my first pregnancy test when we lived in that old house on Rory Drive. When I walked out of the bathroom, Sarah was standing there waiting in anticipation. I walked over and sat on the the couch. She followed and sat beside me.
I felt a light breeze from the fan in the corner of the room. While sitting there waiting, I rested my head on her shoulder while stroking the cushions of our red, suede couch. I felt my stomach jump into my throat from nervousness.
For the past couple of years we have been through so much heartache, trying to bring a child into our life. We tried adoption but they just gave us the runaround and wasted our precious time. Sarah and I have been together for 7 years but because of the nature of our relationship, they didn’t see us as suitable parents.
I longed to become pregnant but I was working towards trying to make partner in the law firm I’ve been at for the last 6 years. Sarah had tried to become pregnant through artificial insemination twice before but it was unsuccessful. We had been to fertility specialists and the tests were normal but she just wasn’t able to conceive.
Last winter my hard work and long hours paid off, I made partner. Sarah and I celebrated by spending the holidays in Maine with my brother, his wife, and their two adorable little girls. When we got back home I dove into doctor appointments, fertility treatments, and artificial insemination.
Sarah held me tight and took the test from my clutched hand. She looked at the pregnancy test, then looked at me and said; Congratulations, Mama!