I. AM. PREGO.

As my last days in Stephenville were coming to a close, I was super excited to get moved to Fort Worth and start my job hunt and life in the big city. Curbing this excitement however, was my massively large, sore boobies and the nausea that came in spurts throughout my day. Part of me thought, "Dude, you are so preggerzzz" but the other part thought "quit being a hypochondriac!" For about two weeks I ignored a few symptoms chalking my nausea up to my "gastroesophagal reflux disease" i had been diagnosed with a few weeks prior, which made me sick while I was trying to discover which foods did and didn't aggravate my tummy. On Wednesday, February 20, I noticed I was spotting (EW, i know) so I thought I was about to receive my monthly gift. On Thursday, all my friends were going out for my last night in Stephenville to party hardy, but by then the spotting had disappeared and the monthly gift hadn't showed up. I called my sister (who has a one year old daughter) and told her my concerns and she was like "dude youre totes prego..take A TEST NOW!!" ugh. I sent a text to my would-be baby's father, Taylor, expressing my concern and he was eager to find out as well. But, my uterus/cervix/womanly parts have always been a wiley bunch so I was like screw it...I'll take a test. I honestly did not think I was fertile, TMI but I don't have periods but like once a year, OBGYN never could figure out why....But.. MOVING ON..

Friday morning, the 22nd, was my last day working in Stephenville. After work, I had the ClearBlue digital test in my hand as Taylor called me "don't take the test til I get there, I'm on my way!" Being the stubborn and in denial gal I was, I went ahead and took it before he got there. What was the use in all that suspense of him being here for NO reason? I was definitely NOT prego. Well, I spent 2 minutes of staring at a spinning hourglass on the screen as time is ticking...then BOOM...clearly, unmistakably the word PREGNANT popped up on the screen. PREGNANT. UMMMMMMMMMMMMMM WHAT? "ha.ha.ha. very funny. wheres the 'NOT'" I thought. I had been super convinced it was all in my head, I honestly didn't think I was fertile at all. I call Taylor and say "ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm............" "he's like im pulling in your driveway be right there. He comes upstairs and I'm still gaping at this test in my bathroom and as he inspects it, we bust into this awkward, delusional, WTF type of laughter.

Oh shit son.

He was sweet though...but had to rush back to work. We sent a few sweet messages over the course of the evening while he was working. And I called my sisters and best friend who were all pretty excited. But Taylor wasn't convinced so he brought over another pack of tests. I took one that evening , it came out POSITIVE, and the third one the next morning, positive as well. For some reason, he still wasn't convinced. He had his best friend Caleb ask his wife Katy, who works in a hospital, to bring home a test. I seriously don't know how many things he wanted me to pee on before he'd believe it was true!!!! So once again, using a hospital-issued test that came out positive and Katy and Caleb telling Tay I was clearly pregnant, he finally was like okay, its true.

So I started texting and calling all my closest friends because I am just horrible at holding in exciting things, and I especially like people being excited with me!! I didnt want to tell facebook yet, just because I have sooooo many random people on there. And we hadn't told our parents yet either!

PAUSING NOW......... MORE TO COME!

:)

Telling my mom

Whatcha think gramps? Another baby?! You got this!