I turned 30 over two months ago. I never dreaded saying bye to my 20’s. Don’t get me wrong. They were GREAT. But mainly because they got me to where I am today, which is every bit awesome and I wouldn’t change any aspect of my immediate life at the moment. So when my 29th year came to a close, I welcomed my third decade with all the excitement that watching your career take shape brings.
But turning 30 meant so much more than truly welcoming the start of my professional life (goodbye, residency!!!). Because that night, after celebratory drinks with my friends and dinner with Jeffrey and my parents, I found out that Jeffrey and I were exactly 5 weeks pregnant. So HELLO to a waaaaaaaaaaaay more important aspect of life than my beautiful amazing fulfilling career ever will be. Hello to the prospect of parenthood.
That night, I showed Jeffrey the faint pink line on the pregnancy test. He agreed it was a strong contender for a “positive result.” Then we had some bizarre discussion about sensitivity and specificity and false positives. “How likely is it that the sangria I drank earlier is making this positive?” We handled it in a very nerdy Morning Report “Journal Club” style, if you ask me. Then we went to bed in a weirdly half-shocked, 95%-skeptical way.
The next day, I made sure not to drink sangria. But a new pregnancy test showed an unmistakeably dark pink line. Still, “What are the odds of two false positives in a row?” I told Jeffrey I wouldn’t believe it until it was diagnosed by a physician… after which he quickly reminded me of his M.D. status and diagnosed me with Pregnancy.
And fear set in.
Three weeks later, an ultrasound on my belly revealed a healthy-looking heartbeat. The fear turned into laughter! Being that I’d been formally “diagnosed,” we shared the news with our unsuspecting parents and brothers, and swore them to secrecy (which was really easy for the future grandmas, as you can imagine).
And four weeks after that, another ultrasound revealed a fully-formed tiny human, 6 centimeters long, stretching 2 arms and 2 legs and moving around the black and white screen as if to say: “What? I’m really busy in here.”
For all the amazing things I get to see every day, nothing was more surreal than that moment. Our baby already had visible lips, and hands and feet! And a forehead with an uncanny resemblance to his/her dad’s…
So a journey that 10 weeks ago began with skepticism, followed by fear and shock, quickly turned into reassurance and excitement after telling our families. And today, after sharing the news with the world, it has turned into complete impatient happiness. We are not ready for what lies ahead, but we are ready to dive into it head-first.
So now, without further ado…