Yesterday was Pregnancy Test Day. Which we also spent getting lost in Queens, driving all around Long Island and, for me, photographing the inside of an old couple’s house.
We went to the clinic in our borrowed car and Baby got her blood drawn for the test. Then we proceeded to try to go to the beach at Robert Moses State Park, but first ended up shooting across the Queensboro bridge and not finding 495 at all. We eventually did get on the expressway and found the beach, but then we only had an hour before I had to go to my photo shoot.
The nurse had told Baby, “we’ll call you in the afternoon, or maybe earlier.” Turns out it was earlier because when we were once again on the road – I was actually navigating the roundabout when Baby noticed her missed calls – we had a message from the clinic.
“Should I check this?” she asked me.
“Yes!” I said. (Thinking: WTF, why would you wait even one second, like even to ask me that question?)
So she did, and then went through a whole series of facial expressions, from happiness to actual weeping, in about 7 seconds.
“Is it bad?” I asked.
“No! It’s good!”
So, OMG BABY IS PREGNANT. For now. We realize that this is not the time to start telling the world (except for the internets, of course) but OMG! She has to go in for more tests next week, and in three weeks, an ultrasound to check for heart beat. HEART BEAT.
This does not feel completely real right now. But I’m sure it will soon.