I knew I was pregnant for Kinley before the pregnancy test knew I was pregnant. I had a sinus infection. There I stood, with Chris and our seven-month-old Caitlin, in Target trying to get up the courage to mention the fact I had a sinus infection to him, wondering if his brain would calculate the equation so I didn’t have to for him.
It had been an excruciatingly difficult year, and the past month had just been unimaginable. I really didn’t want to have to spell it out for him right then. “Chris, I have a sinus infection.” Do you want something for it? No, I mean. I’ve only had a sinus infection one other time in my life. When I was pregnant for Caitlin. …Okay? I think I’m pregnant. Oh.
Needless to say, me, one who never gets infections unless hormones play a part, getting a sinus infection didn’t make a connection.
So we got pregnancy tests, two packs of two, and took them home. I took the test and waited for the three minutes, slightly impatient, hundreds of thoughts running through my brain.