Two lines

I remember it so well

Waiting the recommended time

Nervous on the toilet seat

Praying for two lines

Will this be it?

Or will we have to start again?

Please be it, I’m ready

I even have a name

I turn the test over

And my heart skips a beat

Is that one line or two?

I shuffle on the seat

I choke on my relief

As I see more than one

Overcome with excitement

I’ll be someone’s mum

I stall for a moment

To process this big news

Will they be a boy or a girl?

And when am I due?

Tears start to flow

My cheeks shiny and red

As I realise how lucky I am

For the road laid ahead

I take a deep breath

Then leave, stick in hand

Putting it in a special place

Re-checking it on demand

I then keep myself busy

But mostly in my head

And still the day goes slowly

My impatience being fed

I want it to be 5pm

So I can share this special news

Or perhaps I should just call him?

My mind can’t seem to choose

I manage to restrain myself

And the time finally arrives

I greet him with our two lines

Towards him my body dives

We stand huddled together

I feel his excitement in his hold

Speechless about what this means

Leaving dinner to get cold

Eventually it sinks in

And the talking doesn’t stop

The anticipation of what’s to come

Stays firmly at the top

But we know the depths

We discuss what can go wrong

We know nothing’s guaranteed

What we’ve previously undergone

Even so, it’s a privilege

To experience this incredible start

To get a chance to have life

Grow directly from your heart

All we can really do

Is take it day by day

Hoping that we get there

And that all will be ok.