Knocked up, and how we found out...

As you know, we've got a little pumpkin on the way, due May 8, 2014 and we couldn't love our darling baby more. Here are the first official photos of our love-bug (not much more than a blob when these were taken at seven weeks...)

 

 

And here's how we found out we were expecting...

 

If you don't know that Stew and I are meticulous life planners, then you don't know us very well. So deciding that we were ready to start a family, and then determining the best way to go about it, was quite a process for us.

 

Finally, we came to the conclusion that there would never be a prefect time, and if we kept waiting and (over)planning, that perfect time would never arise and the opportunity would ultimately pass us by. So we chose a date (our one year wedding anniversary) and I went off the pill (eeek!)

 

A couple months later I was starting to get frustrated.

 

I mean, you spend your whole friggin' life desperately trying NOT to get pregnant, and now that I was specifically trying it wasn't happening right away?!?  Not cool, Universe. And all those stories they told us in Health class about how if you basically stand next to another adolescent teen of the opposite sex, you'll get knocked up? Now I'm not so sure...

 

In any event, it got to a point where I was obsessively checking my ovulation calendar, wondering when and if I was EVER going to get pregnant.

 

I happened to be scheduled for an annual exam right before Labor Day weekend, and since I planned to be drinking quite heavily that weekend, I asked my doc if she would add a pregnancy test into my blood work... just in case, you know?

 

I don't know why, but I was shocked when she called me at work the next day with the POSITIVE results. I really wish I had a cute story to tell you about how I surprised Stew with the news, but I just couldn't wait. Shaking with excitement, I called him right away. I honestly can't remember his exact reaction, but he was excited. Probably about as excited as this kid seeing bubbles for the first time.

That evening I rushed home from work and peed on several pregnancy tests (which I had starting collecting and using almost obsessively by this point). I just wanted to see those magic pink lines for myself.

 

Yes, I'm one of those gross girls who took a photo of the pee stick...
I texted it to my mother, and now I'm sharing it with you here.
Sorry not sorry.

 

And there I had it... proof that we had created a tiny human being. I still don't know how to describe the feeling, even to myself. But here is a note I wrote on the bus on the way home that afternoon...

 

Dear Baby,

 

Today the doctor told me that I'm pregnant, and I'm having such a hard time believing her! I've wished for you so much, for so long, that I can't quite grasp the reality of your existence yet. I am anxious, excited and terrified of what the future holds for our little family. We wanted you, wished for you, hoped for you... Imagined the joy of loving you. You were loved before you even existed. This is what I hope you will always remember. You are wanted and loved, always.

 

What an amazing adventure this is going to be!