I still remember the first time I found out I was pregnant. I had been feeling awful for a few weeks. Nothing acute, just a general bad feeling. I was working nights on a birdge construction project and we had a pour. I drove to target for Red bull and for some reason, I bought a pregnancy test. I told myself it was kind of a joke. You know, I was about to drink a four pack of red bull to survivie a double shift with no sleep. I really didn't think I was pregnant, as evidenced by the fact that I bought the redbull. But once I had the tests in my hand... I walked straight to the Target restroom to 'verify' my redbull rediness.
When I saw it was pregnant, my heart skipped a beat. I walked back into the store and bought three more brands, to verify. Then I called my husband. I told him I'd passed a pregnancy test. "What is passing??"
I wish that was the story of Colin, but it's not. That pregnancy, and the next three, did not end with a baby in our arms.
I love the OC Walk to Remember, although I don't need to walk to remember. I barely need to breath to remember.
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