The Beginning...

Well, this is my blog. :) My friend Angel has been blogging for months and I have had a great time reading his thoughts. Upon finding out I am pregnant, I thought it would be a good way to track everything. So here we go....



It all began back in October... I had a minor surgery to remove a cyst from my ovary. While in there, the doctors noticed that I had endometriosis, a disease that commonly causes infertility. They went ahead and cleaned up all that they could while there, but I ran the risk of it coming back with every next period. After surgery the doctor gave me some options: have a baby soon, take a stronger birth control pill, or take no BC pill. I opted not to take a pill for many reasons, but babies still weren't on the list...even though, I ran the risk of not having one. Chad and I decided it was time to break out the calendar and start counting days of ovulation, etc...



Skip forward three months, January 18, 2005. I'm two days late with no signs of starting. After six cups of coffee and still not snapping out of it, I get up to make my presentation and it hits me like a ton of bricks, "What if you're pregnant?" I shake it off long enough to give my presentation. As I'm walking back to the office I'm running through my head things like ovulation dates, sex, and the fact that my boob's hurt pretty bad, as well as how tired I am.



Driving home I decide I'm going to take a pregnancy test. In case you don't already know, a sure fire way to get your period is to take a pregnancy test. As soon as you take one, you start...always, well, almost always. When I get home I have to pee pretty bad, so now is the best time. I grab the emergency pregnancy test (you get these when you go off the pill) from under the sink. No sooner than the urine hits the stick there are two lines.



Two lines!! All I remember is that everything in the room went white, I got hot, and fear struck. I spent the next few minutes pacing through the apartment repeating, "Oh my, Oh my." Then I thought I might be wrong so I ran back in the bathroom to double check that I did, in fact, see two lines. Yup, two lines. Then I start digging through the directions to make sure that two means pregnant...yup. Wow. Then I realized I needed my husband to get home ASAP...



I called Chad right away, all the while trying not to sound too excited. We were supposed to go paint the new house, so that was my excuse for wanting him home right away. He says he's about to head home...I tell him to hurry. I sit on the couch, no lights, no TV...nothing...just waiting and thinking of all the ways life is about to change. I call two more times, almost home. I then realize that I might look suspicious if I am sitting in the dark, so I turn on the TV. The door opens...



When Chad walks in he does his usual routine. When he makes it to the couch he asks why I didn't go run, I replied, "Well, why don't you sit down." He wants to go check his email instead...I insist that he sits down. Once next to me, I cut right to the chase...



"We're going to have a baby." We sat in silence together. I think we were both going thought all of the ways things are going to change. One of the next sentences he uttered was, "Your sister is going to kill you," or "You suck at counting." Both in good fun. We sat talking about how neat it was, and how to tell people. Chad wanted to remain seated for quite awhile.



My parents were in Cabo, so telling them right away was out. We didn't want to tell too many people since we didn't want to overshadow Meagan's wedding...I didn't want to tell Meagan until I told my parents. We decided we'd only tell parents for now. So we ran over to my mother-in-law's house to tell her the good news. She cried and got very excited, naturally. We felt bad saying that she couldn't tell anyone yet.



The next two days were extremely hard for me. By now I was really feeling some of the effects of pregnancy and just wanted someone to talk to about it. Thursday night, January 20th, was the night we were going to tell mom and dad. Chad couldn't have gotten off work any later! I waited and waited over at mom and dad's for him. When we finally told them we all decided to wait until after Meagan's shower to tell her and mom's friends. I mean, it was only 2 weeks away at that time. Well, no sooner than we finished discussing the game plan, did Meagan call. Dad says, "Sissy has something really important to tell you."



And so the cat is out of the bag...



(Except mom's friends who still won't find out until after the shower on Sunday. I'm not one to steal thunder!)