Flashback Friday: Baby-Versary

This week I'm flashing back to August, 5, 2008...the day I found out I was pregnant. I can't believe that it has been two years (and one day) since I found out that I was a Mommy! The time really has flown!

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I was a day late. Just a day. Still, I wanted to test. I was sure that it would be another negative. I was sure that I would be spending the day in tears, curled up in my bed like I had so many times before. After all, sue to my medical issues, the doctors had warned me over and over that I might not be able to get pregnant. (And if I did, that my body might reject the pregnancy.)  Because I was sooooo sure that it would be a negative, I waited to test until my husband had left for work that morning. No reason to do it while he was home. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing his patient face when I told him it was negative again. Didn't want to hear him tell me that it was okay and we would try again. I knew in my heart that these things happen on God's time, but I was extremely frustrated that God wasn't coordinating with me.
I POAS, and then walked into my bedroom to wait it out. I sat on the bed for a few extra minutes, not eager to walk into the bathroom and face another BFN. It was with a heavy heart, and no few butterflies in my stomach that I went in, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath before opening them and looking at the pregnancy test on the counter.
Apparently, God's time was now. 

 I swear to you my heart stopped...and then started pounding so hard in my chest that I was sure I was having a heart attack! The amount of adrenaline flowing through my body must have been massive, because my hands and legs were shaking so hard that I almost fell on my way back into the bedroom. 
But hubby wasn't there! The worst part was that he wasn't even in the shop. He was in a class, so I couldn't even call him.
There was no one to tell!
My eyes focused on the room and the three sets of eyes staring back at me. I must have been a site to excite the attention of Shamrock and Tessa (our cats), because they usually ignore my odd behavior. Jake (our dog) looked concerned, if a dog can be said to look concerned, and I could almost see him wondering if he should bolt out of the room to somewhere safer. 
The furbabies! I could tell the furbabies! That wouldn't really be cheating hubby, because he would still be the first person to know. Besides, I needed to say it out loud. It would be really, really real then!
"I'm Pregnant!!! I'm PREGNANT!" a voice that wasn't mine made that amazing announcement for the first time before I ran back into the bathroom to make sure my miracle blue plus sign hadn't disappeared. 
And then I had time to kill. So I photographed my stick several times. Then I photographed my belly, eager to document every single change my body was about to go through. 

When hubby came home for lunch I was back in bed, covers pulled up to my chin. He wasn't happy. It had been a rough couple of days. He barely glanced at me when he walked in and my almost giddy invite of "I have a surprise under here for you!" excited nothing more than "What?" It was not exactly how I had always imagined it, but I pressed him. "Come see for yourself." Pulling back the covers revealed a me, with a positive pregnancy test sitting on my tummy. 
We were parents! Sure, our child wouldn't come out of my body for another 8 months, but he was there (though we didn't know he was a he until he arrived...and Daddy thought for sure he was a she until that moment) and we were a Mommy and Daddy! It was an amazing feeling! I can't wait to do it again! 
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