After working on it for a long time, we found out a couple days ago that we were expecting. It's kinda funny really since Ben and I had been arguing the night before over whether or not I needed an elliptical machine or not and I was just crryyyying. When I say crying...I mean SOBBING. I went to bed mad at Ben and woke up and took a pregnancy test on a whim (that's what you do when you have like 25 pregnancy tests and have been trying). My period wasn't even due so I didn't even know what I was doing. Sure enough, an extra line appeared on the test. So before Ben went to work, I went and showed him my test. He played it off saying I did it wrong but I was so confused. Was I really pregnant?
Ben left for work and I sat on the couch researching positive pregnancy tests and sure enough...2 lines=positive. I then cried for a long time. Turns out, Ben had been researching the same thing at work and when he came home, we acknowledged that yes...we were pregnant. Ben confided that he was sure I did it wrong and dipped it in the toilet or something because surely I couldn't REALLY be pregnant...apparently it's more likely that I screwed up the test.
I gave the baby the nickname peanut. I don't really know why but it makes for cute conversations. Ben has been incredibly sweet and kept me as comfortable as he could. I'm starting to feel nauseous after eating and I am very gassy which is kind of embarrassing but apparently it is completely normal.
Ben is encouraging me to set up my mom cave upstairs. I get new furniture!
We are trying to keep all of this a secret until Christmas just to make sure Peanut sticks around. :)
"...apparently it's more likely that I screwed up the test"
ReplyDeleteTo be fair, my reluctance to simply accept the results (that you gave me in a state of impaired mental capacity, I might add) was a function of my cognitive dissonance, not some sort of vote of no confidence in your pregnancy test-taking ability.
It still seems very weird.