In case you missed something along the way…Paul and I are expecting our first baby in October and we couldn’t be more excited!
When we first started trying I had no idea what to expect but I would be lying if I didn’t say that I was hoping that we would be one of those couples who hit a home run the first time at bat. Well, we weren’t. After lots of doctor appointments, a surgery, one miscarriage, and a few more months of trying, I just knew we had gotten it right.
My mom, sister, and our two nephews were in town for a weekend in late January. Friday night we went out for dinner (and little did I know, what would be my last beer for a while). Saturday we had a day full of eating and shopping planned and then remembered that I had an Amazon shipment arriving that day with a bulk of pregnancy tests (seriously, I ordered 12 at a time.) So as soon as they arrived, and to no one else’s knowledge, I took one and at first I only saw one line, but then the more I looked I could see a faint second line. I didn’t say anything to anyone, and we went about our day.
My family left the following day but I didn’t take another test because I wanted to give my body plenty of time to allow the hormones to increase as they are supposed to. And then Monday morning I completely forgot to test again. So I sat in my office and just thought about it ALL day long. The minute I got home I ran straight to the bathroom and tore open another test and immediately TWO solid pink lines showed up. I took another one, just to be sure (what?) and I tried to calmly walk down the stairs to where Paul was starting a fire, but I don’t think I was so calm. And then I tried to say something and I didn’t even have any words, I just showed him the positive test. We hugged and cried and didn’t talk for at least 3 minutes because neither of us knew what to say.
At first we were extremely cautious, trying to not get our hopes up too soon, and just take it day-by-day. We surpassed the point where I had miscarried last time. We told our families and close friends, we saw our doctor and nurse, we saw our BABY on an ultrasound and each day and each week it gets more and more real. And it’s just so stinking cool what your body is made to do!
We are now 14 weeks along and we gain a little more confidence with each day that goes by. We have been overwhelmed by support from friends and family. I started journaling about the pregnancy during week 8 on a particularly fatigued Sunday. I was knee-deep in season 1 of Hart of Dixie so I grabbed a pen and a journal and jotted down some thoughts, fully intending to document them here at the right time.