It was March 8th, 2018.
I was laying on the couch in all my grumpiness when my boobs started to hurt again.
I was dozing in and out, thoughts whirling through my head when my eyes shot open.
It was like a scene out of a movie.
Ten minutes earlier I was raging at my husband about seriously who knows what when grabbed my pillow and blanket and stomped into the living room.
Just that morning I posted a question to my mom group on FB asking why on earth my boobs were feeling achey when I quit nursing the month before without any pain?
Then it hit me.
I was pregnant.
I was freakin' pregnant. Now it all made sense.
I tip toed back to the room, slid under the covers and did my best to stay calm. Butterflies were dancing in my chest but I didn't breathe a word to Tom. I knew, deep down I knew, but I needed confirmation.
After Thomas woke up from his nap the next day we took a casual stroll to Target. Laundry detergent, birthday card, avocados and a box of pregnancy tests.
I got home about 2:30pm and although it was 6 days before my missed period and it wasn't my first pee of the morning I took a test anyway. It was a pack of three, what did I have to lose?
Peed on the stick, placed it on the counter and glanced at it back and forth as I saw the test start to read. The first line showed up right away.. my heart was seriously pounding.
And then there it was. The second line, although faint, was very much there.
"Oh dear. Oh dear goodness. Oh my. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear goodness. Oh. Oh my. Oh my gosh." I said aloud over and over for what felt like 10 minutes.
We were pregnant. Three weeks pregnant according to the Bump app on my phone.
I couldn't wait to tell Tom.
I have to admit. I've been hesitant to grow our family. Between Finn and Thomas I feel like there isn't any more of me to go around!
But Tom? Tom's ready. Tom's been ready since Thomas George was 3 months old!
He got home from work and I ushered him to the couch. I had my phone hiding strategically on the TV stand, recording it all.
I sat him down and gave him a long sappy love note that I wrote early that day.
I apologized for raging the night before, reminding him that I'd love him forever, through anything.
When he flipped to the back my heart started to race.
I could see his eyes scanning the words: "Today I took a pregnancy test, sweet thang... and it was POSITIVE."
He instantly lost it. He cried. I cried.
Just blubbery, slobbery messes.
This family is growing.
A blessing. This little chia seed is already such a blessing.
And now I say, with much excitement, here we go again!
I started a pregnancy diaries series with little George. I pretty much documented it all but missed the third trimester. I'm going to try to do a full series with baby number two! You can read George's series here.