"Mickey! Two lines!! ".. That was the moment when I knew the bare and shockingly surprising fact that I am going to be a mom. Jeez! I sat in a corner of the room, so sunken that I refused to ring up even my mom with whom I shared even my slightest joys and sorrows. Was it a joy or sorrow? I didn't know. I googled and found a fact that there is a 'pretty big'  ONE percentage chance of UPT test going wrong. And, I believed in the one percentage and made myself believe that I am not pregnant. One week passed and one fine morning I collapsed on the floor and Mickey, my husband rushed me to hospital  (movie style!). The doctor asked us whether we wanted the baby. My eyes popped out for a second. "It's a life. No. We need him.", that was what echoed in both our minds. Mickey stammered a strong and stern yes. From that day on we went on eyeing the scan reports to see how much our baby has grown. He pointed out the head and arms to me whenever we got a report. Yeah! We were silently becoming a dad and mom. Even I couldn't believe when Mickey shouted at me, "Minnie... What's wrong? To whom are you talking  in the middle of the night?". I had already become a mom when I was just three months pressie. I believe that's the same with every moms.