I remember the first time that the little line showed up on the pregnancy test. It was faint, but I was certain that it was there. I stared at it for what felt like hours before finally calling to my husband.
"Um, babe? I think it's positive." "No way. It can't be."
It was. I took 5 more tests to be sure.
February 9, 2014 is the day that I went from being Sarah, to being something more powerful. Sarah, the Mom. And we went from being Sarah and Brandon, to being something more powerful. A family of three.
There have been so many times over the past two and a half years that things have felt heavy. In the dark nights of newborn sleeplessness. In the pain and confusion of nursing. In the hospital waiting room as someone I didn't know wheeled my little boy out of the room to have tubes put in his ears. In the fights at dinner, the fights at bedtime, the fights to clean up.
But through it all, we've been three.
There is something powerful in that number. There's something powerful in the three of us holding hands, standing in front of the world together, united. It's no longer just me against the world. It's me and my two sidekicks. The two loves of my life. The two boys who make me feel like a Queen and more loved than I knew was possible.
We've got it down, the three of us. We know what we're doing. We know how to get there. And we're happy this way. We're happy to enjoy life less complicated. To focus on each other. Someday there may be four. But for now there is just us three. And it's all I can ask for.
This post is written for The Figment, a group for writers.