The only appropriate response to this post is some form of the word “congratulations” or happy emojis. The “I told you so” or “Yep, knew it” or anything notating that you knew this would happen…. please don’t bother with any of that… just be happy, kthanksbye. Valentines day, 2015 we traveled to Dallas, Texas for a long weekend with Karen and Paul. They met us at the Stonleigh Hotel we would be staying in and found us at the bar, sipping fancy valentines cocktails. Right there, I had to tell my best friend, I’d gotten pregnant and was losing it/had lost it. I spent part of that weekend in the ER at Baylor Medical Center because the bleeding was so bad. It was a Valentines Day I won’t ever forget. Wait. Over the course of the last 6ish months, I continually heard the Lord tell me to wait. We planned to refinance our house to fund the adoption last fall, but it just kept getting put off for one reason or another. I kept pulling up the adoption consultant website, and would begin to fill out the application, only to never complete it. We decided we would take both these leaps after the New Year…. there was a reason God said wait. This Valentine’s Day, Jeremy and I are overjoyed to share the news, I am 13.5 weeks pregnant. Yes, we were in shock to find out (no, we weren’t trying… and haven’t been for 1.5 years). I feel like I’m in perpetual denial that I’m actually pregnant, with the exception that my pants are too tight (can it be spring already, so I can nix pants altogether and just wear dresses?!) I don’t really feel much different. I know this will change soon enough! The questions I keep getting: What’s your due date? August 19 Are you finding out what you’re having? Duh. Cannot wait for that appointment in about 5 weeks! Have you been sick? Nope… not at all (don’t hate me… I’ve earned a pass on it!) I have had some nasty indigestion though, and I can’t eat anything with or made of tomatoes because they bother me so bad… which means, no pizza! Are you craving anything? Fruit!! I’ve eaten more grapes and oranges since Christmas than I have in my lifetime. Thankfully, I haven’t really had an aversion to anything. I didn’t want coffee the first 10ish weeks (but it didn’t bother me). What’s happening with adoption? We have left our information out there with our attorney (she knows we are pregnant) and over the weekend got an email from her about a situation here in Charlotte. So yeah… all those times someone said “well, now you’ll get pregnant” and I responded with “that’s fine… we’ll take two!” be careful what you wish for Jessica! (this particular mom is due in 5 weeks…. ) All that to say, if the right situation came along, we would consider it. How did you tell Jeremy? I wanted desperately to run straight to his office and yell it…. but I refrained. I went straight home and dug out a card I had bought him almost 4 years ago, when we were first trying. It was a Fathers Day card, so I crossed that out and wrote “Merry Christmas”…. there were lots of happy tears… a selfie, and celebratory dinner at Viva Chicken. No, we do not have any names picked… a few we like, but nothing picked. I never thought I’d be the girl who had to have a doctor tell her she was pregnant. I thought I would find out like everyone else, in their bathroom, alone. I actually went to the doctor because my period was late, but the test I took was negative… so I went to the doctor thinking something was wrong. They let me ramble for several minutes before finally telling me I was in fact, pregnant. It was a surreal moment, and I busted out in tears. The poor doctor was like “uh, is this a good thing, or a bad thing?!” and I explained our situation, she hugged me and went and got the tests to show me they had actually tested me twice to make sure. So, here’s to spending my summer in a maternity swimsuit, sweating it out. Cheers!
