It’s probably appropriate to start this blog by talking about the moment I found out I was pregnant.
Twas the night before December 14th and all through the house…I felt nauseous. I thought I was coming down with the flu. Mike suggested that maybe I was pregnant. I quickly dismissed this suggestion. In my mind it wasn’t possible. Yes, I went off the pill November 10th (no, i’m not amazing with dates – at all actually – rather, I stopped taking my pill on Mike’s birthday). Although I am educated and have pointed and laughed at all the idiots on “I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant” I for whatever reason didn’t think that could be it. Nevertheless, I agreed to take a test in the morning.
At 6:00 the next morning, we woke up and both went to our own bathrooms to get ready for the work day. I took a test and *spoiler alert* found out I was pregnant. Now, I had all these cute ways planned for how I was going to tell Mike. Mike and I had been together for 8 years and talked about having babies quite a bit. I had imagined 100s of ways for how I would tell him he was going to add “Daddy” to his resume. Well, all of that went out the window. I ran to his bathroom, banged on the door and shrieked, “It says i’m pregnant!” He had hopped out of the shower to open the door, the shower was still running and he was soaking. We were both happy, but stunned. I’m not sure how I got to work, I pretty much drove in a daze. When I got to work, I went to call Mike and noticed that the date was December 14th. 8 years ago on December 14th, Mike and I had our first date. In all the 100s of scenarios I thought of telling Mike, this was perfect.