...that's all it took to change mine and Austin's lives.
Austin and I were not neccessarily trying to get pregnant, we just weren't doing anything to prevent it. Ideally, we would've waited until he was home from Iraq for a little while longer, but I think we both just had babies on the brain and decided to leave it up to chance. He came home on August 28, and we had this conversation when he had been home for about two weeks. We didn't know how long it would take or anything, we just knew we were going to have fun in the meantime ;).
About two weeks ago, I started noticing that I was being very snappy with everyone at work and yelling at my students for the simplest things. Now, keep in mind I teach freshmen, so there isn't really a day that goes by when they don't annoy me, but this was ridiculous. I knew something definitely wasn't right when one of my best students asked me why I was so mad all the time. I had to respond with, "I have no idea," but something tugged at the back of my mind. On the way home, I did the math and did the count backwards to the last month and knew that sometime this week I should be getting my little rosy friend that all women look forward to with absolutely no enthusiasm. I thought that it wouldn't hurt to stop by Target and get a pregnancy test.
Walking through that isle of Target is surreal, especially when you there's a possibility it could be real. We've all walked through it before, knowing that nothing really was going on, but just as a precaution. As I pondered the ClearBlueEasys and Target brand tests, I realized that this little stick was going to determine the rest of my life, and I decided on First Response since they let you know your fate "up to 5 days sooner!"
As soon as I got home I headed to the bathroom and did my thing (seriously, can't they make that less awkward?) Before I even set it on the counter to let it marinate, the pink started showing up. Of course, I had to walk away otherwise I would be a nervous wreck just standing there staring at a stick of pee. I went to say hello to Austin, who was sleeping on the couch. Leave it to men to be sleeping at such crucial points in our lives. We did the small talk thing, mostly because he can't really hold a conversation when he's first waking up and also because I was too nervous to discuss anything of substance. Three minutes was up. As I crept up on the test, the butterflies were flapping at mach 3. I peered into the litte plastic window. Two lines. Instantly, a huge smile spread across my face and I did a little happy dance and danced back into the living room to wake Austin up again. I jiggled his shoulder and told him that I had something to show him. He looked at the stick, and then looked again, and then focused on it and then looked at me and asked, "Is that what I think it is?" I nodded and said I was pregnant and we kissed a very unsure, but at the same time jubilant kiss. Then he said the words I'll never forget: "Dang, I'm good."
A couple hours later, I took another test, and almost instantly it came back positive. That, along with the sore boobs and lack of a period and exhaustion and face that looks like a 14 year old's tell me that I am pregnant. It is the most nerve-racking, scary, amazing thing that I have ever done in my life and I am stoked. I still need to make the doctor's appointment to find out all the important things like due date and all that, and that should be happening sometime this week. If the next nine months are anything like the first week, its going to be a rollercoaster of a ride. I'm already worried about things like miscarriages and unhealthy babies, but have found that its incredibly easy to give up the things that are bad for you, like alcohol. There is some cramping that has me nervous, but thankfully no morning sickness yet.
Austin wants a boy, but my mom and dad and step-dad all want a girl. I'm not sure what I want yet, and in all reality it doesnt really matter. Not to sound cliche, but all I want is a healthy baby. This blog will be about my fears, my joys, my appointments, everything that I want to share with my friends and family. I hope you guys stick with me because its going to be one hell of a ride!
Austin and I were not neccessarily trying to get pregnant, we just weren't doing anything to prevent it. Ideally, we would've waited until he was home from Iraq for a little while longer, but I think we both just had babies on the brain and decided to leave it up to chance. He came home on August 28, and we had this conversation when he had been home for about two weeks. We didn't know how long it would take or anything, we just knew we were going to have fun in the meantime ;).
About two weeks ago, I started noticing that I was being very snappy with everyone at work and yelling at my students for the simplest things. Now, keep in mind I teach freshmen, so there isn't really a day that goes by when they don't annoy me, but this was ridiculous. I knew something definitely wasn't right when one of my best students asked me why I was so mad all the time. I had to respond with, "I have no idea," but something tugged at the back of my mind. On the way home, I did the math and did the count backwards to the last month and knew that sometime this week I should be getting my little rosy friend that all women look forward to with absolutely no enthusiasm. I thought that it wouldn't hurt to stop by Target and get a pregnancy test.
Walking through that isle of Target is surreal, especially when you there's a possibility it could be real. We've all walked through it before, knowing that nothing really was going on, but just as a precaution. As I pondered the ClearBlueEasys and Target brand tests, I realized that this little stick was going to determine the rest of my life, and I decided on First Response since they let you know your fate "up to 5 days sooner!"
As soon as I got home I headed to the bathroom and did my thing (seriously, can't they make that less awkward?) Before I even set it on the counter to let it marinate, the pink started showing up. Of course, I had to walk away otherwise I would be a nervous wreck just standing there staring at a stick of pee. I went to say hello to Austin, who was sleeping on the couch. Leave it to men to be sleeping at such crucial points in our lives. We did the small talk thing, mostly because he can't really hold a conversation when he's first waking up and also because I was too nervous to discuss anything of substance. Three minutes was up. As I crept up on the test, the butterflies were flapping at mach 3. I peered into the litte plastic window. Two lines. Instantly, a huge smile spread across my face and I did a little happy dance and danced back into the living room to wake Austin up again. I jiggled his shoulder and told him that I had something to show him. He looked at the stick, and then looked again, and then focused on it and then looked at me and asked, "Is that what I think it is?" I nodded and said I was pregnant and we kissed a very unsure, but at the same time jubilant kiss. Then he said the words I'll never forget: "Dang, I'm good."
A couple hours later, I took another test, and almost instantly it came back positive. That, along with the sore boobs and lack of a period and exhaustion and face that looks like a 14 year old's tell me that I am pregnant. It is the most nerve-racking, scary, amazing thing that I have ever done in my life and I am stoked. I still need to make the doctor's appointment to find out all the important things like due date and all that, and that should be happening sometime this week. If the next nine months are anything like the first week, its going to be a rollercoaster of a ride. I'm already worried about things like miscarriages and unhealthy babies, but have found that its incredibly easy to give up the things that are bad for you, like alcohol. There is some cramping that has me nervous, but thankfully no morning sickness yet.
Austin wants a boy, but my mom and dad and step-dad all want a girl. I'm not sure what I want yet, and in all reality it doesnt really matter. Not to sound cliche, but all I want is a healthy baby. This blog will be about my fears, my joys, my appointments, everything that I want to share with my friends and family. I hope you guys stick with me because its going to be one hell of a ride!
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