It didn't start the way I had envisioned. Let me explain. Every month for the past 3 1/2 years I've thought I was pregnant. If I was like a day late, I thought I was pregnant. Even if it was impossible for me to have gotten pregnant that month and I knew it, I still thought in the back of my mind that maybe I was pregnant. I'm kind of psycho. So when we actually started "trying", I was even more convinced every day that I was pregnant. And I had it all planned out in my mind how I would tell Luke in some cute, creative way once we became pregnant, and we would embrace and it would be such a magical moment.
So I took test after test and they were all negative. I say that and make it sound like we had been trying forever. False. I found out we were pregnant like 2 weeks into trying, which is basically the soonest you can find out. Which means I'm pretty sure our first or second "try" did the trick.
Anyways.... so one night Luke and I were watching a movie. Mid-movie I had to go to the bathroom so I ran upstairs and thought, "Hey I'm here, why not take a test?". So I did. I waited around long enough to see the one pink line appear. Disappointed, I left the test on the top of the toilet just in case, and ran back downstairs to finish the movie. I fell asleep during the movie and when it finished Luke carried me upstairs and laid me on the bed. I must have woken up as he was brushing his teeth because suddenly I remembered the test and bolted to the bathroom. I expected to see the same one pink line, but got excited anyways. I grabbed it, took one look, and kind of freaked out. Wait... so it worked? Is this real? I had half expected us to have trouble getting pregnant and now all the sudden I see two pink lines!?! And so there I stood in the bathroom screaming to Luke that there's two lines, half excited, half scared out of my mind. And so we hugged in the bathroom for a bit, laid down in bed and talked in the dark for a while about what the heck just happened! Of course we were excited! Just all the shock and sense of responsibility came over us as we realized that this meant we would be PARENTS! And responsible for a little person's life! Ah! And so that's how I told Luke. All my cute plans went out the window.
So the very next day my two younger brothers and sister came down to visit. I wanted to say something but couldn't! So we acted normal and the weekend passed without any suspicion from them.... even when I forced them to eat breakfast on Fast Sunday so they wouldn't suspect anything by the fact that I had to eat.
Then the next week we left for Hawaii! I was nervous that I would be sick and not able to enjoy the trip. Wrong. I felt nauseous sometimes, mostly in the morning. I had to eat something immediately or else I felt sick. But once I ate, I was good to go. We had SOO much fun. It was just Luke and I. And with the new knowledge that someone would be joining our crew in a few months, it made it that much more special to just enjoy the time we had together. And so we did. 10 days of pure bliss.
The day after we returned, we headed to Las Vegas for Thanksgiving with the Stephensons. They tell us now that they had expected us to announce something over that weekend. But again, we were hush- hush and it was hard!! I would slip in a few pregnancy or child-care questions to my SIL's... maybe they noticed that maybe they didn't ;) but I've been trying to glean from other people's experiences and learn what to expect, what works, what doesn't, etc. Thanksgiving was great! And luckily I wasn't sick at all!
The day after we returned from Las Vegas, Luke left for Dallas for an entire month! It was also the day of my very first Dr's appt. I was bummed he couldn't be there. I laid on the table watching as the doctor pulled up my little baby on the screen and I saw his/her heart flutter. It looked like a little bean, and I loved that little bean. And I wished Luke could have been there to see our bean. I took a video and sent it to him, but it wasn't the same.
The doctor said I was measuring 6 weeks 5 days... much further behind the 10 weeks the guy on the phone estimated me to be at when I called to make the appointment and gave him my LMP. I wasn't surprised when I heard how far behind I was. I knew I was much less than 10 weeks, and I tried to tell the guy on the phone that but he convinced me to see the Dr. anyways. I didn't complain, and was happy to get in as soon as possible.
After my appointment I was on cloud nine, and wanted to tell everyone! It was so hard not to, especially when I was home alone for a month. Especially when I was throwing up, or feeling nauseous, or had no appetite. Especially when my family would call to check in on me and see how I was doing and I had to lie and say I was feeling great when secretly I had just thrown up. That was hard.
And then somehow, just when I thought I would never reach the end of the month, it came. And Luke came home. And it was the best feeling ever to pick him up from the airport and see
him again after what seemed like forever. And it suddenly made everything better, and I've hardly been sick since. And then we jumped in the car and drove to Clovis to spend Christmas with my family. And then we broke the news to them while taking family photos. And then we had to wait almost a WHOLE month before telling the Stephenson's because we wanted to tell them in person and we wouldn't see them for a few weeks. So we kept our mouths shut again and finally told them a few weekends ago. And then we told everyone else. And everyone keeps saying that they already knew. How did everyone know!? I mean, my tummy looks a little bigger, but come on... big enough for everyone to "know"?
Anyways... That's that on pregnancy so far. Aside from the month of December, it's been a breeze. And even then, December wasn't that bad. I'm pretty sure I can consider this pregnancy easy compared to what others go through. And I'm grateful for that. And I'm grateful for all the love and support and excitement we've felt from our friends, family, and co-workers. We're so excited for this journey and next phase of our lives.
