We knew we wanted to start having kids soon. The Marriage Plan had been in place since we were engaged: get married and enjoy living as newlyweds, house-free and kid-free, settle down and buy a house, and eventually begin the process of starting a family. The plan was great, even when Life decided to throw a knuckle ball early in the season and hit me square in the kidney, so to speak.
I've read about how, sometimes after a death in the family, the emotion and sense of loss can often build into an explosion of passion, resulting in conception. Based on my own experience, I can only surmise that same can be true in cases of emotional trauma and the risk of death. Because after I returned home from the hospital, we decided to start trying to have a baby immediately. The joy of being alive and of doing something that in a literal sense provided life to someone I loved carried over into the Marriage Plan. Maybe earlier than expected, but something spoke inside of us, saying it was time.
So as soon as I was physically able (my wife graciously gave me a two-week grace period to recover), we began the incredibly fun and wonderful process of conception. Roughly three weeks later my wife bought a package of First Response pregnancy tests.
At 9:32 PM Monday October 9th she left the test face-down in the bathroom and we waited.
3 minutes = 180 seconds = Eternity for two people who are not quite sure what they want the result to be.
On Monday October 9th at roughly 9:36 PM we saw the result.