"It's a boy!", said the mime as Tom and I were strolling by.
We were honeymooners, walking a cobblestone path through Venice.
He caught me off guard and I got offended! I know I had eaten an entire pizza and way too much gelato each day but did I look PREGNANT?
Thanks a lot dude.
Tom and I joked about it because:
A. Mimes aren't even supposed to talk
B. I was definitely not pregnant
We got back from a magical 14 days in Italy.
As we adjusted back to being home, I just wasn't feeling the best. "Jet lag," I thought.
"Too much pizza and gelato, maybe. I'm not used to eating like that."
BUUUUUT .... it wasn't going away. So I bought a pregnancy test.
It was a lazy Saturday morning and we were putzing around the house when I decided to take it.
I unwrapped the stick, peed and quickly set it on the bathroom sink. I went and laid on the bed thinking over and over again, "No way, just... no way."
I sent Tom in first. He didn't have to say anything because when I saw his jaw drop open with a look of complete shock, I knew. It was positive and our lives were never going to be the same.
We were going to have a baby.
I don't know about any of you other moms out there but I felt like the first woman in the world to ever see a plus sign on her pregnancy test.
I felt excited, nervous... like.. ok.... what do I do now?
Nothing had changed and yet it felt like everything changed.
It felt so wild.. but I'd soon find out that that is the only way to truly describe this whole experience.