By Kate Kole
Staring at the positive pregnancy stick this past summer was, simply put, surreal. My husband was tying his shoes to head out the door and I stopped him.
“Hey, I’m gonna take this test. I’m sure it’ll be nothing. But wait for just a minute.”
We stood, antsy. Pausing our lives for the result that promised to be ready in two minutes but felt more like 20.
“Pregnant.” Continue reading