The Life of a Stillborn

On April 24^th I turned to my fiancé, Brett, and said "I think we should get a pregnancy test, I just don't feel right". Laughing he went off to the store to get the test. In years of being a little less than careful we had never had anything but a momentary scare. We had discussed kids, but had alternated between not wanting more and thinking we could not have more. With no reason to believe this could be true, in my heart I knew someone was there who had not been there before. Brett seemed to feel it to, as he returned from the store with both the test and a six pack just in case. Less than a minute later I emerged from the bathroom pale faced, shaking, and crying. My single greatest memory of this day is Brett wrapping me in his arms and saying "why are you crying? It's a baby! A baby!" In that moment I looked into Brett's shining eyes and knew that it would be ok. It wasn't planned, it wasn't convenient, it was a definite shock, but still it was good. That night we called my sister and her husband who had weeks before found out that they were expecting their own miracle surprise baby in October. We told them the news in shocked somber voices and my sister screamed out her excitement. Expecting together! Isn't it amazing?