Life has changed forever...

(better picture to come)

It’s so funny how the past week has gone. I didn’t realize I could be preggers until just last Tuesday. I was going to the bathroom at work and started thinking “hmm…I think I might be a few days late.” I went back to my desk, pulled my calendar off the wall, and started trying to figure out when my last cycle was. I have to admit, I wasn’t keeping very good track over the summer because we weren’t trying all that hard. With my involvement in the Breast Cancer 3 Day, baby making had been slightly put on hold. We just didn’t stress about timing, etc. So when I started doing the math I figured I was about 2 days late. I was wrong. I was 6 days late. I didn’t realize this until the following day when I thought about it a little more. I counted the days on the calendar and found it to be 7 days by then. I started thinking, ok it could be 50/50. I decided not to get too excited because I was late before (only by 3 days) but had already gotten my hopes up, only to be destroyed. I didn’t want to go through that again.


I told Jeff I was late on the 7th day. He didn’t want to believe it either. He just couldn’t get his hopes up again. I understood so we agreed to wait until Saturday to take a test.

By this time I had started putting the pieces of the puzzle together:

Red Wine - I usually really like red wine, but it started tasting awful. I couldn’t even finish a glass.
Coffee – I started getting sick to my stomach when I drank coffee.
Boobs – OH BOY! Do these puppies HURT!
Tired – I usually go to bed between 11-12 – not anymore! I’m in bed by 9:30, sleeping by 10:30!
PEE, PEE, PEE – I need to start wearing heelies to get me to the restroom quicker! I see the bathroom more than the copier these days.
Emotional – I can get moody, but WOW! I was happy and irritated in a 30 second swing at one point. It was strange. Thankfully my emotions are a little more in check. At least for now they are.


So, by day 9 I was 99.9% sure I was preggers. Jeff was still not willing the believe. I left work early to have lunch with a friend and go to the MOA and Ikea. We had a great time and for a few minutes I didn’t think about “baby”. But as soon as I got home, it’s all I could think of. Jeff wasn’t going to be home for a while so I decided to take the test. I wanted to find out for sure so if it was bad news, I could prepare myself and lessen the blow for Jeff. If it was good news, I guess I would be able to deal with the news and just wait to share it with Jeff the next day.

Moment of Truth…. Friday, September 18, 2009 at 6:05PM

I barely even said Hi to Frankie after bringing her in from going potty. I went straight upstairs, into the bathroom, and ripped open the EPT box. As I started to open the wrapper on a test, my heart started raising and my hands started to shake. I could barely concentrate on the directions (even though I knew exactly how to do the testing). I finished peeing on the stick, put the cap on, turned around to place it on the back of the toilet, and pulled up my pants. I walked over to the sink and by the time I had finished washing my hands, the result was in! I glanced over at the test expecting to see the hour glass still turning. Instead I read the word PREGNANT! I immediately gasped and started crying. It was finally happening! I danced around the house with Frankie and kept just saying Thank you GOD! I have never been happier!

Telling the Daddy!

Jeff got home later that night after happy hour with the boys and I decided it wasn’t the right time to give him the good news. We had agreed to test on Saturday, so I wanted to stick to the plan. Well, plans never work out quite right do they? We got up early to prepare for our first Gopher football game at the new TCF Stadium. I thought we might do the test first thing, but Jeff didn’t mention it, so I assumed he wasn’t ready to deal with it. I didn’t push it, and next thing I know we’re in the car heading out. Ok, I guess we’ll wait. A few hours later, we were in our AWESOME season ticket seats, enjoying the afternoon when we both watched a dad and little boy – maybe 3 – walk down the aisle (our seats start at the aisle). We both commented on how cute the boy was in his little Gopher jersey and I said to Jeff “won’t that be fun in a few years when you’re bringing our kid to the game?” He just nods and says yep. I decided to go for it. I said, “no, YOU WILL be bringing our kid to the game in a few years.” He just wasn’t getting it, so I had to say “You’re going to be a Daddy.” AH – light bulb goes on. “You took the test?” After I said yes, and told him when I did it, he kissed and hugged me and then went sort of blank. HA!

We’re both SO excited!

Next Installment - telling the fam and friends!