We found out our big news on Monday, November 26th, just after turkey day weekend. I hadn't been feeling right in the days over the weekend, and after a fleeting discussion with coworkers at lunch, they suggested I take a pregnancy test.
I thought about it all afternoon--not heavily-- but more half-heartedly. There was no way I could be pregnant- we hadn't PLANNED this. You all know how I like my plans. I live for them. A was out with friends and had been trying to get me to meet them out after work. By then I was convincing myself entirely: I. was. not. pregnant. I avoided heading out with A and friends and instead sat at home wondering...could it be? No, it can't be. Really, it can't....could it? So I went and bought a box with 3 tests in it. Just to be sure I was not pregnant.
As soon as A came home, I took the first test--without telling him what I was doing. The second my glorious tinkle stream hit the stick, a bright, shockingly blue plus sign appeared, clear as day. HOLY SHIT!! was all I could muster.
A came running to the bathroom and the words, "I'm pregnant" spilled out of my mouth. A reacted different than I...he was completely overjoyed! Beyond shocked....but beyond happy. My thought process was more like: our honeymoon! our plans! my plans! the planning! we didn't even try!?! it wasn't even hard? WTF!?!?! Then tears...of joy and I'll admit, fear and some anger.
Let me explain the anger part. We put our honeymoon on hold to fit into both of our schedules for right after Christmas and over New Years Eve in Punta Cana. We went all out when it came to it, figuring we knew we wanted to "try" to start a family in the months following it. It would be our last "hoorah". I was REALLY looking forward to that honeymoon. I was also looking forward to "trying". I mean, lets be honest, we spend a majority of our lives as adult women doing everything in our power NOT to get pregnant. For once in our lives we're free...free to, you know, without worry and we didn't even get to do THAT!?!?! On top of that, countless numbers of my friends are currently experiencing or have experienced the pain of fertility issues. I was convinced that would most definitely be us...I mean I am 30 after all.
For the rest of that night, every few hours we took another test. And every time, without fail, the second my impregnated sprinkles of tinkle hit the stick, a glaringly blue positive sign was staring back at us. We. are. pregnant!!
In the weeks since that crazy night, Baby B has done a tremendous job of growing on me, and us. It's a surreal feeling knowing there is someone growing inside you...exciting, overwhelming, scary, and thrilling all at the same time. I still have moments where it doesn't seem real or I don't feel pregnant....only now I freak out, google what I could have done to miscarry and then I bump my ginormous, swollen, sore boobs and think....its OK, I'm definitely pregnant. This is really happening.
We'll be visiting the Dr. for the first time on December 20th for our first ultrasound at what we think will be around 7-1/2 weeks. And then we'll be sharing the news with all of you over the holidays. We hope you enjoy following along in our journey!! Oh, and the honeymoon....we cancelled it. We have vowed to take a trip once Baby B has joined our family to give us some time alone to celebrate. In the meantime, we get to re-use our flights to see our favorites Marcus and Kendra in AZ over spring break and use the money from the honeymoon to buy myself and Baby B some much needed wheels....so in the end, everything really does happen for a reason.
Love,
