The Coolest Thing

I always envisioned telling my husband I was pregnant in a very special--or at least unique way.  But things rarely go as planned.

One Monday morning I woke up, went into teach but didn't feel well.  I had that sick feeling--the feeling you get when nothing sounds good, your stomach hurts, and an all over icky feeling.  Luckily all of my classes were back to back in the morning and I was done shortly before noon.  So, I left early and went home to rest.  Adam didn't have school that day, so he was just home studying.  He convinced me to go to the gym with him, and on the way home we played the game, "If I could eat anything, what would I want?"...I decided on Red Robin...I had a craving for steak fries.  So we got home and showered then went out to lunch.  I still wasn't feeling great and didn't think much of it other than a little stomach bug.

I had talked to my sister earlier in the day, and she insisted that I take a pregnancy test.  I wasn't in a hurry to do that so I brushed her off and didn't do it.  But she kept calling (I stopped answering)...but by the early evening I figured it could hurt, so in between folding laundry while Adam sat at the table doing homework I went into the bathroom.  The next thing I knew I was seeing 2 pink lines.  I looked at the instructions to make sure I was reading it right...2 lines meant Positive.  I was shocked...so I called Adam in to have him take a look at the results and verify what I was seeing...he saw the same thing...

I took another test the next morning...the 2 lines came right back.  Over the next week I think I took a total of 4 or 5 tests.  I was pregnant.  I couldn't believe it.  It was by far the coolest thing that had (and has) ever happened to me.

That was 9 months ago...well 40 weeks ago...and on the eve of my due date I find it appropriate to recap my pregnancy...