November 14, 2009, is the official day that we found out about the pregnancy. I can only tell you how the day went from my perspective, so we'll go with that. I'll ask Brian to post something about his reaction--once he's got 3 minutes to spare (the studying is taking a bit of a toll on his "down time").
If I remember correctly, it was actually the FIRST day that Brian started studying for his surgery boards. No pressure, right?! Ha.
I woke up early that morning, it was a Saturday and it was strange that I couldn't sleep past 7:00 a.m. since I had been out with the girls celebrating the night before. Side Note: Funny thing is, now that I really think about it, while we were out the night before I really didn't want to "party." Sure I had a beer or two, but after two I was done-- and really just wanted my bed. (Lame, I know.)
Anyway, I woke up and went go downstairs and be lazy with the dogs. I was lying on the couch and decided that I'd just go pee on a damn stick already. I was due to start my "friend" that day, and I kind of figured that I might as well get the pain of another negative result over with. Sort of like ripping off a band-aid. This would, after all, be the 6th month of "trying" get get pregnant. The thought of yet another negative result was weighing heavy on my mind.
I went upstairs and into the bathroom, grabbed a PG test, did my business and waited.... I left the bathroom, figuring that if I stood there and stared at it, the pain of seeing "Not Pregnant" on the digital readout would be like a sucker punch. I busied myself with cleaning up some clutter and walked back into the bathroom.
No way.... really?!?!....No way.... "Pregnant." No way.... really?!?!..... No way.....
It was the most surreal moment I can ever remember having, and to be honest, I thought it was a fluke. I couldn't let myself get excited because, like I said, I was convinced it was a false positive. I decided that I'd busy myself with cleaning the house, running errands, etc, until I had to pee again-- at which point, I would try another test.
So that's what I did. Cleaned house, ran errands, played with the dogs. "Oh, gotta pee!" Run upstairs, take test #2, leave the bathroom and....... "Pregnant."
This is the point where I actually started to believe the tests. Surely both tests couldn't have been wrong, right?
I literally started jumping up and down, squealing like a little girl! The feeling of relief mixed with pure joy turned me into a sobbing mess--- a happy sobbing mess, but a sobbing mess all the same. And, let's face it, no one looks cute when they cry. ;) Now let's hope the hormones go easy on me for the rest of this journey.... who wants to be a blubbering mess whenever a Hallmark commercial comes on?!
If I remember correctly, it was actually the FIRST day that Brian started studying for his surgery boards. No pressure, right?! Ha.
I woke up early that morning, it was a Saturday and it was strange that I couldn't sleep past 7:00 a.m. since I had been out with the girls celebrating the night before. Side Note: Funny thing is, now that I really think about it, while we were out the night before I really didn't want to "party." Sure I had a beer or two, but after two I was done-- and really just wanted my bed. (Lame, I know.)
Anyway, I woke up and went go downstairs and be lazy with the dogs. I was lying on the couch and decided that I'd just go pee on a damn stick already. I was due to start my "friend" that day, and I kind of figured that I might as well get the pain of another negative result over with. Sort of like ripping off a band-aid. This would, after all, be the 6th month of "trying" get get pregnant. The thought of yet another negative result was weighing heavy on my mind.
I went upstairs and into the bathroom, grabbed a PG test, did my business and waited.... I left the bathroom, figuring that if I stood there and stared at it, the pain of seeing "Not Pregnant" on the digital readout would be like a sucker punch. I busied myself with cleaning up some clutter and walked back into the bathroom.
No way.... really?!?!....No way.... "Pregnant." No way.... really?!?!..... No way.....
It was the most surreal moment I can ever remember having, and to be honest, I thought it was a fluke. I couldn't let myself get excited because, like I said, I was convinced it was a false positive. I decided that I'd busy myself with cleaning the house, running errands, etc, until I had to pee again-- at which point, I would try another test.
So that's what I did. Cleaned house, ran errands, played with the dogs. "Oh, gotta pee!" Run upstairs, take test #2, leave the bathroom and....... "Pregnant."
This is the point where I actually started to believe the tests. Surely both tests couldn't have been wrong, right?
I literally started jumping up and down, squealing like a little girl! The feeling of relief mixed with pure joy turned me into a sobbing mess--- a happy sobbing mess, but a sobbing mess all the same. And, let's face it, no one looks cute when they cry. ;) Now let's hope the hormones go easy on me for the rest of this journey.... who wants to be a blubbering mess whenever a Hallmark commercial comes on?!
