Saturday, July 9th 2011- The Day We Found Out We Were Pregnant!

The week before we found out that I was pregnant I had been feeling really tired.  I had fallen asleep a couple of times on the couch at night when I came home from work, which I never do.  We didn't think much of it initially.  But then I woke up Saturday morning before we went to soccer (we play soccer every Saturday at 8:30ish during the warm months) and decided that maybe I'd randomly take a pregnancy test.  We had sworn off pregnancy tests a while earlier because we had had difficulty getting pregnant and they always seemed to be such a downer.  I found an old test buried in the drawer in our bathroom that had expired the month before and decided to try it out, just for kicks.  Much to my dismay, it came back... PREGNANT!  I definitely didn't believe it and claimed that it was an expired test and didn't mean anything.  It is the middle tester shown above and one line was really dark and the other was lighter so I thought maybe it was a false positive (came to find out later that the control line was the light one and the "you're pregnant" line was the super dark one because my HCG levels were high at that point).  I called to Spencer who was still in bed and hesitantly told him what had just gone down...that I had decided to take the test that morning and that it came back positive.  We both sat there bewildered and in disbelief... it was the one month in quite some time where we hadn't even "tried" to get pregnant, we didn't plan, we had no idea how far along we even were.  We had decided to take a break from trying before we got more aggressive with our approach and then it just happened!

Anyway, we decided it wasn't real and went to soccer ignoring what had just happened.  Obviously soccer was an interesting experience.  We were both in a daze, minds totally elsewhere, wondering if that test was legit or not... so ironic that it had expired the month before causing it to lose all credibility in our minds, especially given the situation.  I was petrified playing soccer, worried that if I was pregnant that it was going to fall out if I ran or that if I got hit with a ball, I'd lose the baby I wasn't ready to believe was inside of me... totally rational I know :).

After our mostly unsuccessful morning of soccer we went home and I sent Spencer immediately to the grocery store to buy more pregnancy tests.  I was a wreck so he was a trooper and made the trip.  I insisted he get more than one brand and specifically one that was digital so there was no mistaking it.  We took them all and they were all positive!  It had finally happened... WE WERE PREGNANT!

We were in a daze the whole day.  I cried in the bathroom sitting on the floor.  Neither of us could really process the news.  We sat there trying to figure out how far along I was, turns out I was 4 1/2 weeks pregnant, though we weren't sure at the time. 

That afternoon, shortly after we had taken all of the tests we got a call that our dear friend's had had their baby at 27 weeks and we went over that night to watch their kids overnight while the dad stayed in the hospital with mom and baby.  It ended up being such an emotionally charged day between getting our own news, hearing our friend's news and our concern for their well-being.  It was a tender time being with their children and put everything into perspective.