Yes, I took quite a long hiatus here. I mostly was running out of things to talk about other than my obsession with babies and how long it was going to be until I was finally a mommy. Until that fateful day, when I took a pregnancy test and 2 lines appeared.
It was May 16, 2012. A Wednesday morning, and I was up bright and early to use the bathroom. This was not intentional of course, but I know enough in the crazy amounts of research that I've done that the first pee of the day is the most concentrated and the best to use when taking a pregnancy test (my first words of wisdom for future mommies out there).
A minute or two later the test showed two perfectly dark lines. No squinting required - it was very evident to me that 2 lines is...wait WHAT? 2 lines? Are we sure 2 lines means pregnant? *Rereads directions* Yes. Okay. So that's it then? I'm just pregnant???? I'm taking another test.
(Another word of wisdom - if you are a crazy like me who might plan to take multiple tests, peeing in a cup is essential)
Another test showed the same result. Cue the bug eyes and drool rolling from the side of my mouth. Wow. This is deep. It's 6 AM but I need to wake up my husband. How will I ever sleep after this!!??
I went into the bedroom and quietly got into bed, trying to come up with my best strategy to break the news. In this moment I couldn't come up with anything clever. I sat up and slowly poked him in the back a few times. Obviously this was neither gentle, nor loving. Oh well.
After the first annoyed "what?" I proceeded to explain that he should come to the bathroom for a moment. He should see something. Very indiscreet of me to say. I mean the poor man was just woken up by a violent poking at 6 AM and all I say is "come to the bathroom?" So yes, it did take a moment for this request to be processed.
And then came the same wide eyes and open mouthed look that I was sporting just a few minutes earlier. He's figured it out.
Yep. We're having a baby!