Surprise, Suprise!

The last and first post I wrote was about how hard it is to decide when you want to start a family. Now here I am. Pregnant. Here is how it began.

(September) Anthony and I started to think maybe now would be a good time to just "see what would happen" if we stopped trying not to get pregnant. Then one day we are at my parents house and they are talking about going to Florida as a family in February. Disney World and Harry Potter World. No way was I going to miss out on a trip like this. So we decided to hold off on the baby thing.

(November) Two months later I am in the hospital with kidney stones. They prescribe me medication.

(December) One month later I start feeling crampy, moody, etc. a sure sign of Aunt Flo coming to visit. Only she doesn't. Aunt Flo visits so regularly that I don't really bother to keep track of when she's coming, I just always know she will come, but he never does.

One week later I start trying to remember when she usually comes. I ask Anthony, he has no idea. I ask my best friend Aimee she says she thinks I already should have had it. I'm at Wal-Mart a few days later and I buy a pregnancy test without telling Anthony. I put it under the sink where it remains for about a week.

Another week later. I get home from work early and decide what the heck and I take out the pregnancy test. I hadn't told Anthony of my suspicions only because I was pretty sure I was crazy. After all we weren't even trying. Anyways. I read the instructions and proceed. I was nervous so I faced the test downward. Then I text Aimee who knew I was having suspicions and said "I peed on a stick." She text back right away telling me to let her know ASAP. I turned the stick over and sure enough two bright blue lines appeared. I text her "There are two lines." She called me freaking out saying, "Your life just changed forever" and I just sort of laughed nervously. I was going to take the other test just to be sure, but I didn't have to pee anymore so I decided to wait until tomorrow morning. Aimee assured me however that there was no mistake. I hadn't told Anthony any of this. It was December 17 when I took the test so I decided to wait until Christmas to tell him. So I wrapped up the sticks (gross I know) and proceeded to wait for 8 long days. Aimee was the only person that knew!

I am going to blog about Anthony's reaction next time!