Shocked. It’s been a week, and I’m still shocked.
If you’re reading this, you by now know the phenomenal news: David and I are expecting! Our family of 2 (3 if you count Maggie) will become a family of 3 (or 4…) later this year.
I officially found out I was pregnant on Sunday, January 8, 2012, though I didn’t tell David on this day. I know that sounds terrible, but the test was SO FAINT (see below) that I almost didn’t think it counted as a positive. In fact, you may not even be able to see it. Ignore those black squiggly lines; those are Maggie hairs. I was looking for a good contrast background and put the test on the tile floor! Lesson learned. 🙂
I didn’t have any more tests, so I vowed to run to the store on the following day after school to find out for sure. As soon as I got home, I took a test and the test line was a tad darker than it was the day before, but it was definitely there. I looked in the mirror and I said “I think I’m pregnant” and a huge smile appeared on my face. Naturally, I took three more tests. Each one was positive–they were all still faint positives–but by this point I had done enough reading online and knew that a positive was a positive.
Unfortunately, David was working late that evening–and by late I mean 8:30-8:45 (Don’t judge me. This is, in fact, late for me; I go to bed at 9.) I already knew how I was going to tell him the news, as I had been prepared since the previous June. I had purchased a cute onesie during the summer that I knew would be just a perfect way to tell him the news (once you see the onesie, you’ll know why.) It had been in safe keeping at the very bottom of my sock drawer for several months. I also knew that I wanted to use Maggie as a prop.
About ten minutes before David was due home, I retrieved the onesie and folded it up and slipped it under Maggie’s collar. Whenever David comes home from work, Maggie always run to the garage door to greet him. He usually lets her outside to go potty and she usually jumps all around the driveway as he attempts to steer her towards the grass. I knew that this would happen again, and that he would probably see the onesie sticking out of her collar. When I saw his headlights approaching our cul-de-sac, my tummy was full of nerves, but I was so excited. Maggie saw the headlights as well and ran to the back door. David opened the back door and let Maggie outside. It was so difficult for me to stay put on the couch, but I did. About a minute later, the back door opened and Maggie ran into the living room. The onesie was gone. I knew one of two things had happened: either it had fallen out or David and taken it out.
I tried to act calm and nonchalant when David walked into the living room, but as soon as I saw the look on his face, I knew that he had seen it. When I think of his face, I get all teary-eyed. I saw the onesie hanging out of his back pocket and I unsuccessfully tried not to smile. He immediately came around to the front side of the couch and hugged my belly and said “Hi, Mommy.” This name was nothing new to my ears, because we often call each other Mommy and Daddy (and Maggie knows us by those names) but now, this name held a whole new meaning.
I sent him into the bathroom so he could see the four positive tests sitting on the counter and we stayed up late (okay, late for me) talking. David left a day later to go to North Carolina for a gun show and he was going to be gone the rest of the week. I hated that I had to spend that week–the week that we received the best news of our lives–without him.
A week later and one day after David returned from North Carolina (today actually) we took a few pictures to begin documentation of this journey. We are so excited for baby B to arrive in September! According to due date calculators I’ve found online, I’m about to start my 6th week. I guess we’ll have a better idea when we go to the doctor for the first time in a few weeks.