For the next five months, we tried for pregnancy. I started by charting my cycles. Then, I added the basal body temperature measurement, then, I ordered a pack of ovulation predictor sticks. After five months, I declared myself as barren and my husband was sure he was "shooting blanks". So, I went on vacation. I spent about ten days in southern France with my mom, my sister, my aunt, and a good friend of my mom's. I sipped lovely french wines, enjoyed creamy cheeses and rich pate spreads. I was expecting my period the day of my 18hr return trip so packed the necessary supplies. When I returned home, I figured my period was irregular from all of the travel. The next day, I convinced myself that it was just messed up from jet lag. But, I took a pregnancy test anyway. Previously, I had so many negative tests that I tried not to even look at the strip. But alas, two tiny pink lines formed. I couldn't believe it. I walked away and returned a few minutes later. Yes, there were two small pink lines. YES! When my husband came home for lunch, I placed a card on the table. He opened it and the pregnancy test fell into his food. Inside it read "Congratulations! Your swimmers have won the race. Your prize will be delivered on July 7, 2013." He was so excited. Coincidentally, he pointed out that July 7th marks the anniversary of my moving to this island and, our local wedding anniversary. I'm assuming the cheeses, and pate spreads won't do much besides perhaps give our baby a slight French accent. So here we go!