My very first few blogs will be rather lengthy and stacked on top of one
another. I have already been writing about the major experiences of our
pregnancy to this point, I want to get them added so I can catch up to
real-time!
Originally written June 2, 2013
The story of how we found our Bun in the Oven.
So yesterday
may have been the most surreal day of my life.
Last week was probably the longest week Kevin and I have experienced in
our lives… we wanted to take a pregnancy test, but I assured Kevin that taking
one too early would only create uncertainty.
So we decided we would wait until Sunday
(which would be the
first day of the period I was hoping not to get).
I was
honestly nervous and a bit scared of that first moment of taking a peek of our
first pregnancy test, because it could be one of the most exciting,
life-changing moments of our lives or a letdown. After all, this was only the
first month we’d been trying (but we’d been trying our butts off!), and my Doc told me he didn’t want to hear from me about not getting pregnant for at
least 12 months of trying. Anyway, building up the suspense of Kevin and I
waiting X amount of minutes to read that fateful line was just too much.
So I conjured up a plan.
Kevin was
coaching in a tournament Saturday, two back-to-back games. I wanted to be able to take the test and tell
Kevin the news after I found out the results.
I knew if I took it while he
was at his games I wouldn’t be able to hide it when he got home (because
naturally, the first thing he wanted to do when he got home was take a shower…
and I didn’t want to give him the news while he was stinky!). So I had a
small window of opportunity while he was in the shower.
I had it all planned out. As soon as I heard the shower curtain shut, I
ran into the bathroom, took the test, and started the stopwatch for THREE
GRUELING MINUTES. During this time I set the video camera in place, and
waited. I watched the seconds move
slower and slower and tried with all my might to not go and look at the test. But then, a twist.
Kevin decided to expedite his shower and the timer hadn’t hit three minutes
yet (yeah I know, a record-setting shower of all days)!
So, I went
for it. I took that fateful peak at the
test, and I saw it. Gasped. Backed up. Disbelief. TWO pink lines. During this
moment of mental madness, I hit play on the video camera because I knew this
was it.
What now? I hadn't planned for anything else! Kevin was
still in the other bathroom presumably drying off.
I had to check the directions again. Two Pink
Lines = Pregnant. Yup. Not faded or hard to decipher.
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| After it was all said & done |
As the
terrible rap music blaring from Pandora on Kevin’s phone grew louder, the time
came for me to say something. I stopped him in the living room just outside our
bedroom (as to avoid indecent exposure), and asked him to turn off the music.
Unfortunately, he was still in his towel and holding his clean boxers
and shorts in his hands. I asked him to get
dressed immediately. I know I
freaked him out. I didn’t know what
to say or how to act. Exactly as I
anticipated and only something My Kevin would do, he dropped trough directly facing the camera
(yet still never noticing it). As he
pulled his shorts up, he asked me what was wrong over and over.
I had
anticipated saying one of those momentous one-liners like “We’re having a baby”
or “It’s positive” or something. But
nothing came out. I literally opened my mouth and no words. I just stared, and a
smile began to emerge as we locked eyes.
He knew. He knew what I was trying to say but couldn’t verbalize. “Really?”
Yes. As we both darted over to what rested on the bathroom counter. He interrogated it for seconds in
disbelief. Are we really this blessed?
We stood in
an embrace for what seemed like eternity, kissing, crying, hugging. My life
partner and best friend, the man who desired this moment as equally as I. It
was the most incredible moment of my life to date. I think it was made even better looking back
at the video to recognize our boys Chief and Chief Osceola had taken part in
this moment as Chief sat staring with Chief Osceola lying next to him at the
bathroom door.
Our family of four will
become at family of five in early 2014.
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| Upon revealing the video camera |
With this
incredible news, my hubby took me to dinner at a place near and dear to our
hearts where we, along with both of my brothers, had our Rehearsal dinners:
McGregor Café. Now being Pregnant and no wine for me, I immediately jumped on the chance to order the biggest heart attack on the menu, the Lasagna.
Time feels
like it’s standing still. I’ve read what
to do now to treat by body the best I can, but what now?? We’re both dying to
go to the Doctor and know it’ll be impossible for us to keep our silence
(because it's apparent by our demeanor!). This is just the first step in an incredible
nine month journey, and lifetime adventure.
And there’s no one else I’d rather share it with.
