In January, I left the wonderful state of Illinois and traveled to Texas with my Grandma for a week. You would imagine Texas in January being sunny and warm, however not when I was there. This year it was cold, rainy, and cloudy. So much for sporting my bikini and shorts. Instead, I settled for jeans, t-shirt, and a light jacket. While vacationing, I had this funny feeling, but I just thought it was the change in the weather. I was really sleepy and just felt a little under the weather. Oh, yeah and the fact that I was now a week late kind of got my mind spinning. Am I pregnant? I kept asking myself. I just kept telling myself you are just late like always, but the idea kept sticking out in my mind. However, no matter how much I wondered I had to wait a whole week to find out.
When I returned back into the cold state of Illinois, the first thing that I wanted to do was take a pregnancy test. So, off to the drug store I went. I was so nervous. You know going into a store to buy something that you did not want anyone to know you were buying, praying to yourself that no one you knew was there. And on top of that, the cashier giving you a funny look as they scanned your item and you paid. I could not get in and out of that store fast enough, let alone drive home quick enough.
The 3 minutes it took to get the results seemed like it took for days. I kept thinking to myself "Could I really be pregnant?," "How would I tell Brent if I was?," and about 50 million other questions. 3 minutes was up and up appeared "2 PINK LINES." WE WERE PREGNANT!!!
Oh, my gosh! Now what???? So of course, I called Brent to see when he was going to be home from work, so that I could tell him the big news. Man was I nervous! Of course, he said he was slammed and would be late from work. Those few hours seemed to last a lifetime. So, while I waited I went ahead and made our FIRST DOCTORS visit!
How did I tell Brent the big news you ask? All day long, since I had time I thought about how I would tell Brent the GREAT NEWS. Since I had not seen Brent yet since returning from my trip, I pulled one of my children's books off the shelf titled, "Daddy and Me." I wrapped up the book and told Brent I brought him a gift back from Texas. He believed me! (sucker)
When I returned back into the cold state of Illinois, the first thing that I wanted to do was take a pregnancy test. So, off to the drug store I went. I was so nervous. You know going into a store to buy something that you did not want anyone to know you were buying, praying to yourself that no one you knew was there. And on top of that, the cashier giving you a funny look as they scanned your item and you paid. I could not get in and out of that store fast enough, let alone drive home quick enough.
The 3 minutes it took to get the results seemed like it took for days. I kept thinking to myself "Could I really be pregnant?," "How would I tell Brent if I was?," and about 50 million other questions. 3 minutes was up and up appeared "2 PINK LINES." WE WERE PREGNANT!!!
Oh, my gosh! Now what???? So of course, I called Brent to see when he was going to be home from work, so that I could tell him the big news. Man was I nervous! Of course, he said he was slammed and would be late from work. Those few hours seemed to last a lifetime. So, while I waited I went ahead and made our FIRST DOCTORS visit!
How did I tell Brent the big news you ask? All day long, since I had time I thought about how I would tell Brent the GREAT NEWS. Since I had not seen Brent yet since returning from my trip, I pulled one of my children's books off the shelf titled, "Daddy and Me." I wrapped up the book and told Brent I brought him a gift back from Texas. He believed me! (sucker)
My stomach was going in circles, as he pulled in the driveway. I had to stay calm or else he would know something was up. I handed him the wrapped book and as he unwrapped it, I thought I was going to die. "Are you sure?," he asked me with this LARGE SMILE upon his face. "Yes," I told him. He could not believe it. He was so happy words could not express it. "We are going to have our own little Nacho!," he said. Nacho is a nickname given to our cute nephew, Jacob David.
We promised each other that we would keep it a secret for a while. In fact, we decided to what the typical 3 months. This is to the end of the first trimester just in case there was problems.
Join us tomorrow to hear about our FIRST OFFICIAL DOCTORS VISIT!
(Photo above: L to R: Jennifer, Anna, Grandma Grace (back row), Audrey (front row)
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