Our Little Pumpkin. Arriving May 2015.

On September 18th at 7:30AM I flew down my carpeted stairs almost on the heels of my feet, like a mad woman. I tossed and turned for most of the night but I was wide awake at 7:30AM like it was Christmas morning. I’m never wide awake when I wake up, no matter the time of day. It takes a cup of coffee and a lot of pep talks. I thought about the furniture in all of the rooms as I tried to fall asleep the night before. We have two spare bedrooms. One is a small office that is rarely used but houses important files, Pure Romance inventory, and all of the regular office-y things. The other is a very blandly decorated (read: not decorated) larger guest bedroom with only a full bed and a record cabinet in it. I use the closet as an overflow for things I’ll never wear again but can’t bear to part with. You know – my wedding dress, size 0 Jeans, etc. The smaller room that is used as an office makes more sense, I thought, as I tried to drift off to sleep. Why on earth did we paint it such a dark color? What will we do with the desk, the couch, the filing cabinet?

So there I was running down the stairs at 7:30AM in a blur the next morning, literally, I didn’t even bother to put in my contacts. I retrieved what I was looking for from a small drawer in the downstairs half bathroom and raced back up to the master bath. It would be better to do it here because.. why? I had no idea why but I was already back upstairs. I ripped open the test, read the instructions carefully. Don’t do it wrong. Can I do it wrong?? I put way too much thought into peeing on a stick properly. I placed the test on the back of the toilet and set the timer on my phone for 2 minutes. I put in my contacts, brushed my teeth, and the timer went off. I picked up the test. Two pink lines. Plain as day. Yahtzee, Bingo, You’re Pregnant – NO question about it.

I stared at the two bright pink lines. I looked at myself in the mirror. I took a picture of the test. I took a selfie with the test (yes, really). I stared at myself in the mirror some more with both my hands on my face. My cheeks were hot. I was surprised, but I had known for a couple of days really. I was three days late. I knew but I also couldn’t believe it. I waited all day to tell Nate. It was the longest day of my life. When he came home from work I had a Victoria Secret bag waiting and told him that I bought him a present on my lunch break. He excitedly tore into the bag, held up the tissue paper and said, “There’s nothing in here?” I told him to look in the tissue paper. He found the test immediately. The smile that came across his face was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll never forget it! (I really wont because I took a video! Ha!) We hugged and jumped up and down. It was a moment I’d always dreamt about and it was so surreal to finally be experiencing it.

It’s still hard to believe it and I am 9 weeks today! We are unbelievably excited, ecstatic, overwhelmed with joy – all of the ‘on the edge of your seat’ feelings that there are. We have all of them. I feel so blessed that I was able to tell my Mom in person when I went down to Florida to surprise her for her birthday! It wasn’t planned that way but suddenly I had the perfect present to give her! I signed her birthday card from me, Nate and Baby. I thought she would pass out when she read it! I had already nearly given her a heart attack just by being there, haha. Nate and I told his Mom while we were in Chicago right after the race. He bought a Chicago Marathon baby bib and gave it to her. The look of confusion and then pure OH MY GOSH YAY!!!! was amazing. I’ve never had so much fun telling anyone anything as I did telling our parents this news! So much fun!

It’s been so hard to blog lately because it’s been ALL I’ve wanted to talk about and yet it just wasn’t quite time yet! I can’t wait to share and document this journey here. =) Thanks for being along for the ride, friends!