I feel like I need to pause and explain how utterly terrified I am right now. Not terrified of pregnancy, or of becoming a mom, but miscarriage. I woke up at midnight the night of our positive test and couldn't go back to bed until nearly 3am. Of course, that could also have been jet lag, but I was having terrible thoughts that I would wake up and get my period the next morning. I still can't believe God made this miracle happen. I finally allowed myself to look through the Pinterest Board called "Future Baby H" that I created over a year ago and it calmed me down enough to go back to sleep.
Back to that morning! Thursday, July 13th I woke up around 9:45am. I had gotten home from Singapore the night before and was pretty exhausted. I went downstairs to let Charlie out, eat breakfast, and get the morning started. I believe I called Linda to catch up and exchanged a text with my mom - she told me she was heading to play golf. I went back upstairs and for some reason decided to take one of the cheap strip pregnancy tests. I peed in a cup, took the test, and then leftist on the counter. I went on with my morning and started the laundry and read some blogs and might have forgotten about the test - I was sure it would be negative anyway. I walked into the bathroom sometime later to check (my heart races EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. no matter if I think it's going to be positive or negative, and there it was...the elusive second pink line. My heart raced even faster, and I immediately called Courtney (Kyle was still in Singapore and it was 11pm his time). I asked her if the tests were trustworthy and cried/laughed/sobbed/FREAKED OUT. She calmly advised me to get another test, but agreed with me that there was definitely a second line there!
I then decided it was time to FaceTime and wake up Kyle. He was SHOCKED, and I don't think he believed me. I threw on shorts and a t-shirt and ran to Walgreens. (Funny side story, I always bring Charlie with me to Walgreens, but I decided it was too hot outside so I drove him around the block and put him back inside before leaving again!). I purchased the next test and chugged some water. I had Kyle on FaceTime the entire time. He made me leave the room and I basically wore a line in the carpet from the path I made while pacing! I walked back in and saw the word PREGNANT on the screen. You can probably visualize the next moment as I jumped up and down screaming and crying. Kyle was also emotional and super excited. All this time I'd been back and forth on the phone between Courtney, Kyle, and Becca. Kyle and I decided I would call RRC and see what the advised us to do. I couldn't get anyone there, so I ended up calling my OBGYN's office. They said I could come in for a blood test that day, or wait until Friday morning. I scheduled it for Friday morning so that I could see what RRC said to do. Spoiler Alert: I never heard back from RRC.
About an hour later my mom finally called me back. I had called her 4 times and texted her "Emergency - CALL ME" so I'm sure she was absolutely panicked! Getting to tell her the news was amazing. I know how badly she wanted to be a Grandma, and we both cried over the phone in excitement.
Over the course of the morning, I also called Linda to tell her, and my dad, Greg. I had to tell Amanda I wouldn't be at the gym that night, so she also found out sooner than I planned to tell anyone. Who am I kidding? I still want to shout this from the rooftop!
It was an awesome morning, and one that I am so thankful for. Our first positive pregnancy test. I don't think I'll ever forget it.
Starting tummy picture. (Still a little bloated from 2 weeks of vacation eating)
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