A Look Back...

I'm currently 25 weeks pregnant with my lil peapod. :). Today, I was thinking about when I found out I was pregnant. Derrick and I had been holding off on getting pregnant, we wanted to plan our pregnancy. But in May 2011, we decided to go off the pill and other forms of birth control. One day in mid July, I woke up feeling nauseous and sick. Work...was definitely out of the question. I felt horrible. So my loving hubby told me to call into work so that I could stay home and relax. He called me later on in the day to check on me. Then he asked me a question that I thought was just absurd. "Have you taken a pregnancy test?". I told him no, and he told me to take the test. Now, because it was at least a week and a half before my monthly visitor was to arrive, I figured it would be negative. Sure enough...it was negative.

August 1st rolls around and I am congratulating an online friend about their pregnancy when I realize that my monthly visitor has not made an appearance. I don't freak out because it would probably come that afternoon. Afternoon...then evening...no appearance. No cramps, no migraines, nothing. Lunchtime, August 2nd, I can't take it anymore. On my lunch period, I go to CVS and pick up the error proof pregnancy test. I go into the bathroom at work and I take the test...honestly it was the shortest 90 seconds of my life! Oh my GOD! Oh my GOD! I'm pregnant! I went through every emotion a woman can go through in a 5 minute span of time! But overall, I was happy. I am going to be a mommy! So, I call Derrick...voicemail. Call again...and again...and again...voicemail. I've dreamed how I would tell him, but it sure didn't happen that way. So, since I couldn't reach my hubby, I called my doctor to set up an appointment for the next day. Do you know how hard it is to work when you've found out your entire life is about to change?!

So about 45 minutes later, my hubby calls. And I blurt out..."I'm pregnant". He says, "Are you sure?". And I say, "Well, that's what the test says!". I'm emotionally all over the place and he's trying to be calm (which I love about him...though it also annoys me too). He tells me to make an appointment, tell him I already did and the time, and we end the call.

August 3rd...I hate peeing in cups. It's all you do when you are pregnant but for some reason, psychologically I have a problem with peeing in the cup! So, I pee in the cup...and a couple minutes later, my doc comes in congratulating us on our lil peapod :)


To my lil peapod: you are 25 weeks along. You apparently like to kick me :). To be perfectly honest with you, I love it. It makes me smile :). And it also makes me realize that you are going to be here in a few months and I can't wait to hold you in my arms. Your daddy wants you to kick as much as you like :). You are already a daddy's girl. We love you very much :)