I Peed on a Stick

No literally, I peed on a stick!  So now, it's time for a little story that parts of the recount may be considered a little TMI.  I've never had much of a "schedule" when it comes to cycle time.  It just comes and goes as it pleases, but it always comes eventually every month.  However, when I realized it had been around 26 days and still no cramping, I started to panic. I kept telling Zach that I better start tomorrow or we're in trouble.  Well, tomorrow (day 27 or so) came and went. Nothing. Monday, day 28. Nothing. I have not gone 28 days that I can ever remember in my history of "cycles".  So a stop at the store on my way home from work for a stick or two was now in order.  As soon as I got home, I ripped on of those babies open and "full stream ahead," I took the 50/50 true or false test.  If you've ever taken one of these things, you know that the window starts getting darker as the window fills with liquid.  I set it on the counter and watched intently as the window filled more and more with the liquid.  Now, the horizontal line is always there if it's a test that shows + or - (some are just one or two parallel lines).  But once the liquid reached the point where the vertical line would be, it was already appearing.  I thought for sure I was seeing things, so I waited the two minutes and left the room for a few minutes.  When I came back, it looked the same.  I won't go into details of the thoughts that ran through my head but I will say that shock was the biggest.  We have always been more than careful when it comes to pregnancy prevention.  But...since we had planned on starting to try in January, November was only 2 months earlier. I guess God knows best and decided it was time for us to start whether that's what our plan was or not.

Since this is our first baby/pregnancy, I wanted to tell Zach in a way other than, "Here babe catch! It's a pee stick!"  I meant to tell him the next evening after I had devised my plan, but I had forgotten to email myself the printables I had made on my work computer Tuesday evening. I didn't want to try and re-invent the wheel so I waited until Wednesday evening to tell him.  I had bought a stuffed horse (there were only about 3 options and none were what you'd really refer to as cute), a farmer-type onesie and printed my papers.  I set everything out on the kitchen counter for him to find when he came home. 

I had dinner going and was doing some laundry when he came home.  I was conveniently in our office (soon to be nursery now).  I heard him walk in through the back door, then around the corner into the kitchen where everything was sitting.  About 30 seconds went by and I finally started to hear the papers rustle.  About TEN seconds later he hollered at me asking where I was, but by the time he finished his sentence he had already found me.  He was lit up like a little kid at Christmas. "Are you serious?!" he asked. "No," I replied, "I'm joking. Why would I joke about something like that?"  Then he just gave me a great big hug and sappy pappy told me how much he loved me and how excited he was. Then proceeded to ask, how far along I was, when we would find out if it was a boy or girl, etc. It was really quite adorable.

So...this is the reason I have not had a blog post in months. I've had nothing else really too exciting to blog about! Now I'm going to post all the glorious details that have happened along the way and everyone (all two people) who read my blog can catch up on my pregnancy woes of endless misery. :)