This day is a special one for me. First, it is my sister's birthday. So to me, it is the day I got to be a big sister. But I also got another lesson on this day, because the days to follow 2012's 29th day of June showed me how important power was. I don't mean your inner power. I mean actual electricity. The local weathermen called it a "Derecho." We live in West Virginia, so you can see what came our way.
After trying for a year to conceive, I had given up hope. Then a storm came, and I had never seen oak trees almost break in half. They bent side ways. These trees line our streets and are over hundreds of years old. They blew sideways on this fateful June day. My husband fussed at me to come in off the porch. I wasn't moving. I had never seen trees go sideways. I had never seen sky scraping monuments which existed in a neighborhood long before inhabitants did, and they bent at the wind's will. They did not hesitate. Instead, they folded as a napkin laying on a lap.
The next day, gas was gone everywhere. Power was still out. It would stay dark for three more days. We slept in our basement. My husband, the unknown embryo, and I cuddled in the darkest room of our home. It was miserable and our basement is small. It is also creepy as all basements should be.
Humble, small, and much cooler than the top three floors our home. I didn't care how creepy it was, we would sleep and hang out in the basement to escape the scorching heat. And I slept here unknowingly pregnant. I like to tell my son the story about when his soul first came to earth. When it first came to inhabit my body. And I tell him about how oak trees bent in half when he came to his Mommy. Because at the end of this week everything changed. Our power was restored and then on Sunday morning, I awoke at 6 a.m. I told myself I had to pee on another stick and face disappointment. I told myself to not get my hopes up because I had only been taking the medicine for a month. I vowed not to say anything when it came back negative. We would try again.
This time when I peed on the stick it was different and I went running through our upstairs hallway. I ran into the bedroom, shook my husband awake, and said "Look!!! LOOK!! I'm pregnant!" Then I called everyone I knew and I didn't care it was 6 a.m. It was a happy moment. We had power, we had food, we had ice and we had a little one on the way.



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