Posters of pregnant bellies lined the walls, the doctor office smell overpowering. I'm sitting there, waiting on the doctor. Jonathon stands close to me, making small, meaningless talk to take my mind off of everything. A few days earlier I found out I was pregnant. A little blue positive sign on some drugstore home pregnancy test that might have given Jonathon and me everything we've been praying for.

The door slides open slowly and a woman walks in with a name tag and her face turned down towards a clipboard. As she glances up at us she smiles and asks in a pleasant voice, "Mr. and Mrs. Gilten?"

"Yes?" Jon and I say in unison, trying our best not to sound as impatient as we feel.

Mrs. Mira rechecks that clipboard, and I feel my heart thudding out of rhythm. This is it, I tell myself. This will be everything you've ever dreamed- or it will be the biggest disappointment of your life. A huge sigh erupts from Jon, an obvious indicator that he's ten times more nervous than he's been letting on. I swore to myself, right then and there- if this is negative I'm coming for that Walgreen's cashier who told me I could trust FirstResponse.

I can't stress how much time stretched out between her looking up from that clipboard and the wide grin that spread across her face. Some kind of twisted game that doctors like to play. I wonder how long I can pause before telling this unwitting couple that there entire lives are about to change for the better. In reality it was probably half a second, but it felt so much longer.

"Alecia Gilten, you're pregnant."

I didn't smile. I didn't laugh. I didn't jump for joy. But in that moment, I was happier than I've ever been in my entire life. I wanted it to be true. And Jon stood equally as still beside me, barely daring to believe that what she said had been true.

Jon stuttered out,"R-really?"

"Yes! Five weeks in," she answered in a confident, sure voice that sent chills through me.

And then I was crying. Rivers running down my cheeks, still quiet yet still so obviously happy.

Never, never, never will I forget the second that Jon and I caught each other's eye after she said those beautiful, beautiful words. He supplied all the words I was at loss for. Mrs. Mira left the room so that we could share the news privately. Four watery blue eyes, two smiles, and, we now realized, three people.

That night, in our small city apartment, we danced. We laughed. We cried some more. We played 'Guess the Gender' games on the computer. Both of us called our parents and broke the fantastic news.

But mostly we thanked God.