The day we read the news...

It was the second weekend in June and I knew I was pregnant. We had decided to try to have a baby upon my arrival home to Argentina in April. It didn't take long! By the first part of June, my breasts were swelling and I was sure we had conceived. Though as not to be overly eager, we waited another week. On Monday June 15th, I could bare the wait no longer, and sent Claudio to by a pregnancy test. We sat in the bathroom together, me peeing on the long white stick that would soon show us two pink lines, and Claudio knelt down in front of me. We waited the whole three minutes, careful not to peek, smiling with anticipation. When the three minutes had passed, Claudio looked at me, face serious and calm. He said, "I do not want you to be disappointed if it turns out that we are not yet pregnant. It will come in good time." I promised that I would not be upset, and only then where the positive results revealed! Screaming with excitement we kissed and cried and laughed and smiled, all the while holding each other on the bathroom floor.