So we'll start from the beginning... Wait, how about 2-ish weeks after beginning ;) Wednesday I woke up as Chris was getting ready for work in a strangely good mood. After kissing him goodbye, I decided I'd take a test just for fun. I didn't really have any reason to, but it was the last test I had in my purse (the nice thing about working at a Pregnancy Crisis Center, I always have one handy :) I have taken several in the past and one line has always popped up (if you can see on the picture, there is a "C" (control) and a "T" (test), therefore, two lines is positive), and every time I've always wondered "what will I do when there IS two lines?" Well after I had done the test, and was finishing up in the bathroom, I glanced over and thought I saw 2 lines, "Doth my eyes deceive me??" That would be a negative Ghost Rider. I just kept looking at it and smiling, walking away, coming back, giggle, and so on :) I texted Chris, and that conversation went a little like this:
"Is there any way you could come home and go in a bit late?"
"Not really, why?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, why what's up?"
"I just need you to come home"
"Babe, is it something I NEED to come home for?"
"I would really really like you to, but it's not a matter of life and death"
"What is it?" (He said later he really had NO idea what was going on, but then I asked if I had ever asked him to come home from work before... umm, no :)
"I'll just talk to you later"
I proceed to get in the shower, and not a minute later, my phone rings...
"What's going on?"
"Nothing, I'll just talk to you later"
"No, I don't want to tell you over the phone"
"Babe, just tell me!" (if you remember, he coaxed the ski vacation surprise out of me too, stinker)
"What? REALLY?! Wow!"
"I'll be home in a bit"
Well he came home, we hugged, and he so sweetly said "I feel like I need to do something..." I said "Well you've done your part, now you just hafta wait" :)
So anyway, we both went on to work a while later, agreeing to keep mum. We had already planned a family dinner with my side on Friday, and I'm a strong believer in telling family the news before any other person in the world :)
I get home from work, and sitting on the table was a beautiful bouquet of flowers :) Which is huge, because I rarely get flowers (not that I'm complaining, it just makes those times that I do get them that much more special :)
So we had it all planned out, we'd tell my family Friday evening (and his family later that evening) when they all come (except my older brother and sister-in-law and nieces, hence the conversation at the top of this post), we would make sure that my mom didn't have any food in her mouth, (didn't want to chance having to do the heimlich on the happy day :) then break the news.
Well things haven't exactly worked out like I had it all planned in my head (starting with telling Chris over the phone instead of in person :) Friday morning I was laying in bed, stretched really big, and my rib muscle that has been giving me so much grief since snowboarding, popped again, and it was the worst yet. I couldn't move any part of my body without awful pain (and of course, I was laying right in the middle of the King size bed, how inconvenient!). I finally get to my phone on the night stand and text Chris, he doesn't know what to tell me, so I call my mom, tell her about it and she says "Well the only thing a doctor is going to do is maybe do an x-ray and give you some pain meds" and I'm thinking in my head "Nuh-uh" :) So she asks my dad (who has broken his ribs TWICE, yowchie!) he basically says the same thing, so she's all like "Yeah, x-rays and some pain med." So at that point all logical thinking has left my brain, and for some reason I'm worried that maybe this "stress" might be doing something to the baby, so I bust out (tears and all) with "Mom, they aren't going to do an x-ray, cause I'm pregnant!" *sob, sob, sob* "Oh reALLY??" (with a smile in her voice)... So [keeping this a short story and not a 3 book series], after about 20 minutes I'm able to roll myself out of bed, and shower, all the while crying my eyes out because that's just not the way I envisioned telling my mom. I later redeemed myself (in my head of course, cause Mom didn't care how I told her) by going over and "telling" her in person :) That was followed by a Walmart and Target run; we did have groceries to buy, but the baby section was not passed over while there :)
That evening the only people left to tell were Bryan (my younger brother) and Jessica (sis-in-law), so we caught them off-guard. As they walked in, the usual hug, "Hi, how are you?" "Pregnant" then a look of shock following congratulations and excitement :)
After dinner we headed to Chris' family. We said we had brought something back from Colorado (and the sono on Wednesday may say that this is actually true :) We got "I Love Grandma" and "I Love Grandpa" bibs, and another bib that I ironed on "I Love My Aunt Tera"... They all opened them simultaneously; Mom jumped up and down, and Dad sat there with a huge grin on his face saying "I'm gonna be a grandpa... I'm gonna be a grandpa" :)
Well that's the story in a nutshell (I know, I know, a very large nutshell).
We would ask for prayers for these next 40-ish weeks... So many changes, but also so many fears that run through my head. I have to keep foremost in my thoughts that God is sovereign, and nothing I do or don't do, nothing I think or don't think is going to change that. The only thing we can do is give all of our anxieties (and joy) to Him, the Giver of all good and perfect gifts! :)