One year ago we found out we were pregnant, I thought I would share our story.
So I had warned B that I was late, and that it was probably nothing. I told him I was going to take a test to be sure but I was feeling the period coming on any day and not to worry. We weren't super active and our last venture involved taking Plan B, so I really wasn't worried. I figured I would pop into CVS, grab a test, pee on a stick and Bam! there would be my period. Because that's how that works.
Nope.
I held it all morning, after sleeping til almost noon, and we went for lunch at our nearby Mexican restaurant. ...I love Mexican restaurants, they are my happy place. They have Margaritas, things I can slather in sour cream, and I generally do my important social business there. Our particular Mexican place is next to a CVS, So I ran into the CVS to "grab that thing, you know... that I mentioned " B is oblivious and has no memory, so he smiles and nods and says that he will get us a table. So I come into the restaurant, order my margarita, and bee line it to the bathroom. I do my business expecting nothing to come of it, I finish up, I pick up the stick, glance at it and go to toss it into the trash. I really wasn't expecting to .. well, be expecting. After the double take to confirm that in fact there are two lines there I have this nervous grin plastered onto my face. I get to the table and I cover my mouth and say, "We have a problem." He looks at me all funny as I am grinning like a mad woman and sliding into the booth. "I just peed on a stick." "Oh! Well lets eat and then deal with this." Eating was not happening. We ended up weighing our options and discussing our situation and I reiterated that I had always had a very firm stance that I had no desire to carry someones child that I was not married to. I asked him what he thought about the situation, if he could make any choice he wanted, and he said "Let's get married and have a baby." And that was it boys and girls, I knew what was going to happen. I absolutely melted and I knew I was getting married and that I was having this baby. So I finished my margarita, I declined the post stressful conversation cigarette ( and haven't touched one since btw, go me! ) and we went home. I called my mother to ask her what to do, at this point it was a little cloudy again and I was sobbing uncontrollably and I needed some sort of affirmation. When I asked my mother what to do she said, "You suck it up, get fat, and have a baby!"
And I did. And I love him, and I was so lucky that he came into my life when he did and we were able to provide a wonderful start for him. I am thankful for the wonderful network we have (thanks Mom!! & brudder!) and I especially love my darling husband for helping me with everything and just being generally awesome.
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