Yeah, I know. It’s been awhile. In fact it’s been about 10 weeks. WAY too long in the blog world. I know. I’ve been busy though! I’ve been writing, reviewing, and working hard over on MomStart. Then, there was the whole event of Turkey-palooza. Then the Christmas season hit at about 100 mph… and even more importantly… and crazily (yes, that is a word) I’ve been dealing with that funny little thing that happened on the way home from the fair. You remember the NC State Fair, right? That’s the last thing I told you about. Well, the story didn’t really end with just going to the fair.
So I’m not a person who gets sick easily. I don’t mean you’re cough and cold sick… I mean I don’t toss my cookies very easily. I love to eat and usually, I want to eat pretty much ANY kind of food. Well, when we were at the fair, the thought, sight, and smell of deep fried Oreos, cheesecake, and cheesesteaks was almost more than I could handle. I was walking a little slower and just felt pretty blah the whole day. In the car on the way home, I really did think I was going to have to tell Thomas to pull over. Not cool.
So after getting home, putting Atticus down for a nap, and realizing that I still felt like absolute poo, I thought that maybe… just MAYBE… I should take a test. We had decided “to try” earlier in the month, and that was the day I was able to find out if our efforts had been rewarded. (I’m pretty sure “rewarded” is the right word to use… though several weeks spent feeling like poo could make me temporarily think otherwise…;))
I guess this is the part where I should add that I had already taken a test a few days earlier… way too early for a really accurate result, but fine for putting a crazy lady’s mind at ease… and it had come back negative. So, after taking a test, dropping it into the toilet, and seeing the EXTREMELY faint extra pink line… I was left pretty clueless as to whether or not I was actually pregnant! (Oh yeah… I was taking a pregnancy test…)
At this point, I decided to let Thomas in on the situation. A man who likes answers, does not necessarily like to hear that his wife MIGHT be pregnant. He suggested that I take a quick trip to the store. (Actually the way he put it was, “So when are you running to the store?” No real room for misinterpretation there!)
After a trip to Wal-Mart, drinking a few cups of water (and a Sprite since I still thought my smoked turkey leg was going to re-appear), and a few hours, I took another test…. and got another VERY faint extra pink line. This was when Thomas asked why I didn’t spend the extra money and get the digital read out tests. We did it with Atticus, but I guess you do things differently with the second from the get go!
We took one more test the next morning. After seeing a strong, no mistakes, thick extra pink line, we had our answer.
Since we’re a little old fashioned and I’m a little bit of a worrier, we waited until we had seen the baby and heard the heartbeat to share the news with our family. Then, once we were out of the 1st trimester, we shared the news with all of our friends.
Now, it’s time to wait. It’s time to get excited. It’s time to be nervous. It’s time to try and get ready (how and for what I really have no idea). It’s time to get ready to ride this roller coaster again. We’re having a baby!