OMG! I woke up and had been thinking about taking a pregnancy test. My last two cycles had lasted 28 & 29 days and I wasn't feeling any cramps (at least not "normal" ones) today. So I grabbed a test....and I waited....and I waited....and waited for what seemed like a LOT longer than I had been to see the 'not pregnant' words pop up. Finally it appears...
A million thoughts start rushing through my head, "I don't have insurance, we do good to pay bills now, will we have a boy or girl, maybe its a faulty test"-to my biggest question: "What will my parents say?" Not that, ultimately, it should matter a whole lot, but I'm the type of person who wants the approval of my parents. Finally I got a hold of myself and stood up to tell my husband, Cory. All I could manage to get out of my mouth was, "Cory-come here." He got up and rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. He looked at the test lying on the counter, then to me, his eyes got huge and all he could stammer was, "Are you serious?" (I really wish I could've thought of something witty to say back to him like 'April Fools' however, all thoughts of witty sayings had escaped me at this point) I said 'Yes,' and he pulled me into an embrace that I knew would help me get through these next 8-9 months.
We were (read: I was) a little hesitant to share with very many at first. Cory shared with a guy name Chris at work and I went over to Amy's (Very Good friend of mine) after work. I had to tell someone (especially since Cory told someone!) She was so excited! I really hope she gets pregnant while I am. She gave me some samples of pre-natal vitamins and we three went out to dinner at Jalapeno Tree Mexican Restaurant.
When we got home, I took one more test (just to be sure) and Cory started looking seriously at insurance. I was texting Carla and Shirley (Cory's mother and pseudo-grandmother) back and forth. Finally, Carla told me to call her (her hands were hurting her). So we talked a little, and she says, "I have been having this dream for the past 3 nights that someone is pregnant. We're all in the delivery room and the doctor holds up a pink little girl but I can't see the face of the person in labor." So without any intention of doing so when I called her, we told her and Ken (Cory's dad). Ken started crying and Carla was very excited.
It may be a rocky beginning of sorts, but I know the good Lord will help me and our little one through this.
"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward." Psalm 127:3
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