Once you get beyond to mind numbingly slow first trimester, the remaining weeks of pregnancy seem to fly by - although I say this from my comfy position in the second trimester which, seriously, is a pretty good time. My thoughts might change when I approach ridiculous-looking status in a few weeks.
Anyway, I can’t believe it’s been almost 4 months since I let the Internets know about the impending arrival of our wee one. And how crazy is it that in 3 1/2 months this kid will actually be here? Quite, I must say. And it occurred to me recently that I never ever gave details about The Day We Found Out and other exciting tidbits. So instead of boring you with more accounts of how much cereal I eat and griping about how I don’t know exactly *where* I’ll be putting this kid, how about a nice flashback?
On March 6 I realized something was amiss. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I felt weird. Being a young woman who spent a very, very short period of time (read: three days) the previous month not actively preventing pregnancy, I looked at the calendar. I was two days late. I don’t *do* late.
Please keep in mind that this all occurred to me while I was sitting alone in my office at work.
So I went to”lunch.” At 10:30 in the morning. And by lunch I mean “Kroger” to buy a ridiculously expensive pregnancy test.
When I got back to work, I went straight into the bathroom and took the test. The second line popped up immediately. And I said, “OMG.” Yes, really.
I immediately went back to my office and called Ross.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“So, I took a pregnancy test.”
“Ok.”
“There were two lines.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I’m pregnant.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, awesome!”
“I’m freaking out kind of.”
“Ok, well we can talk about it when we get home. I’m in a meeting.”
“Oh, sorry ok, I love you, bye.”
“I love you, too.”
While our enthusiasm seems almost undetectable in that conversation, trust me, this is exactly how it should have gone, particularly coming from a couple whose first words to each other after being joined forever in holy matrimony were:
“How’s your day so far?”
“Oh, you know, pretty good.”
My conversation with RA was a bit more of the “bouncing off the wall variety” as seen here (like you can actually see it because it was over IM):
me: RARARARA!!!!!!!!I need to talk to you!!!!!!!!!This is important!RA: here I am!me: TWO LINESTWO LINES ON A PREGNANCY TESTTWO!!!!!TWO!!!!!!!!!!you’re the only part of the Internet that I’m tellingRA: WHATWHATholy fertile, batman
So there you have it. That evening was spent peeing on more sticks. The following day involved the telling of grandparents and a few friends and the peeing on more sticks. The following weeks were spent hating anything with cumin in it and stuffing my face with dried cornflakes. Now I spend my time watching my belly shake and trying to distinguish if that’s the baby’s foot or fist hitting me in the ribs.
It’s been awesome.
