So I’ll just show you a picture:
That’s right. It says pregnant. And those are my fingers holding the pregnancy test. And I do believe it was me that took the pregnancy test but I’m not sure how that is all possible. Well, I know how it’s possible, silly. But after almost 10 years of being unable to conceive what was the Lord thinking?
I know, I know. His timing is perfect. But does He realize we have a 6 month old? That means we’ll have a 14 month old and a newborn. Yikes. Holy cow. Oh my goodness gracious I think I’m going to go throw up.
We found out on Monday and as you can see I’m still a little bit in shock. And ya know if it wasn’t for Gilmore Girls I probably wouldn’t even know I’m pregnant. Because after so many years of big fat negatives I no longer take pregnancy tests.
But on Monday I realized I was ten days late. TEN DAYS! Oh no. But I still wasn’t going to take a test. I rationalized that I’d been really stressed lately. And it’s my stupid psycho brain playing tricks on me again like it’s done a hundred other times.
And so as usual at 4:00 pm on Monday I was working and watching Gilmore Girls. And Suki went into labor. And then Lorelei thought she was pregnant. And then there was a commercial for lotion for stretch marks. And then they played it again…back to back! Seriously. And then there was a baby commercial. And then about ten other commercials about babies and moms and stuff.
Maybe I should just take the test. Then my brain will settle down and Aunt Flow will come and life will get back to normal.
And as you already know it was positive. I think the words that came out of my mouth were, “Holy crap!”. I didn’t know what to do. Do I cry? Do I scream? Do I laugh? Do I thank the Lord or ask Him, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”. Do I call Hubby or wait til he gets home? I have to tell someone!
So I told Angel. She was pretty happy about it from what I can tell.
Pat made me go get another test when he got home. He didn’t believe in my pregnancy testing abilities so we splurged and got the digital one. And there it was. Way to go Hubby. Look what you’ve done! And he actually seems pleased about this.
Yes, I’m pleased. I’m very very happy. I’m just scared and worried. I’m high risk because of all my history of cysts and fibroids and scar tissue and who knows what else. Please pray for us and this little one that’s so miraculously growing inside of me. I’ve learned that he (yes, Pat says it’s a boy) already has his organs. Isn’t that amazing! I will get an ultrasound done on Thursday, April 24th.
Which by the way happens to be Angel’s 6-month birthday. Excuse me while I go throw up!