It was a Tuesday morning. The 13th of November, 2012. Andrew had left just a day earlier for a week long training trip for his new job and something felt off. I must be sleeping horribly because Andrew is gone I thought. MAN, I feel bloated. And then it hit me. I was late. No way. I’m not pregnant. We JUST started trying. No way we are that lucky. I went home and took a test. Set the timer on my phone and when it went off I nonchalantly walked to the bathroom figuring, I’ll take a look and it will be negative and I’ll just turn and throw it away. So I walked into the bathroom and I grabbed it and turned. I froze. It wasn’t negative. WAIT A SECOND. That’s TWO lines. TWO. I picked up the directions. YEP. POSITIVE. My heart started racing. Is this real? I stopped to catch my breath and realized that that Andrew was over 600 miles away. Womp womp. I fumbled around with my phone and called Andrew and after what felt like a million years, Andrew answered.
“Hey whats up?”
"Is it a good time?”
”For what, whats up?”
”Ummm, I just took a test. ANNNNND, I’m pregnant.”
”WHAT?!? REALLY? Did you just find out? That’s amazing! I can’t believe it. I know we were keeping trying a secret, but I told a lady on the plane with a baby that we were trying and now you’re pregnant! Wow!”
”I know, I didn’t think it’d happen so quickly. I’m in shock.”
”Wow. Well now I’m homesick.”
We laughed. We were (still are!) so freaking happy.
With the exception of my last week of pregnancy that was one of the longest week of my life.
I remember him getting home late Friday night and running inside and kissing me and my belly. He was in love with Eisley from the beginning and still gives majority of his kisses to little bub. Chewy & I get the left overs, but that’s okay.
I just cant believe it. It’s been a year since we found out you existed, Eisley Mae. And now, today, a year and two days later, you are 4 months old. What an amazing difference a year makes.