WHAT?! Seriously?

Paul and I haven't been trying particularly hard to get pregnant. In fact, we've been wavering on the subject for along time (because who's really ever ready?) We haven't been trying not to, but haven't been trying to. I guess those “Parent” family genes don’t wait around for you to be "ready."

At the beginning of October was Paul's 10 year College reunion. We had a great time visiting with Paul's college roommate Justin Wheeler and his fiance Brian. While Paul and Justin were sitting for their class picture, Brian and I got on the subject of children. We were laughing about how these things just can't be planned and how the perfect time to have the child with my and Paul's work schedules really was... well... right then and there. We joked about how we better get going. Little did we know, the ball had already started rolling on things. Thanks for that, Brian, I'll always remember our conversation that weekend.

Jump forward to Tuesday, October 19th. Tuesdays are our rehearsal days, so I go in to work at noon and get home around 10:30 at night. Upon leaving work, I felt the major urge to have a big old glass of Jameson. Knowing that I was <ahem> "late," I thought it would be a good idea before drowning my stress with Irish whiskey to maybe check this out first. I stopped at Target to buy a box of tests and went home. Paul was already in bed. He wasn't asleep yet, but I didn't tell him my suspicion until I knew the results. I got out my little stick and did my business. One minute later, there were 2 little pink lines. WHAT? TWO LINES??? NO SHIT! I casually walked into Paul to tell him my news. His reaction was about the same as mine - "Oh shit! Really? Seriously? Already? Is this actually happening? How is this possible? When... oh really? For sure?" If you're a Gilmore Girls fan like we are, imagine the episode where Jackson and Sookie find out they're pregnant the first time. "Oh boy... oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!"

I saved myself the drama of taking another test - it its positive it's positive, right? Long story short, we barely slept a wink that night, reeling from our big news. It was about 11:30 by that time and there wasn't really anyone we could call, so we just did our best to try to sleep.

Wednesday morning I got up and called a local clinic. I practically begged the woman to get me in. The ONLY appointment was at the Shoreview clinic with the one Doctor that Paul specifically said “just don’t see ____, he sucks.” My usual person wasn't available until Friday, and there was NO way I was waiting that long to get it confirmed! So I sucked it up and took the one inconvenient middle-of-the-day appointment they had, only to have them basically do the same thing that I had done the night before, with the same results. They might as well have given me another stick to pee on.

To summarize the Dr.’s conversation with me it basically surmounted to: "Here - pee in this cup. Yup, you were right - you're pregnant. Here's a multivitamin prescription, here’s my little due date predictor slide wheel (how high tech)... What did you get in the internet? June 27? Yeah, that’s what I got too. Good luck, now go on your merry way." Not exactly what I was looking for, but I had my answer. I was sent away, prescription in hand, to figure it all out on my own.

Of course, I had to tell someone. After confirming the news via text to Paul, I called my mom - I couldn't WAIT to tell her in person, I had to let her know right then and there. She was definitely excited. I told a select few others but made them each vow to keep it secret.

So that's it - that's how we found out and our lives were instantly turned upside down. We're excited and terrified and thrilled and nervous all at the same time. There's so much to think about and do and plan for. We need a house, we need money, we need a doctor, I need vitamins. AHH! It's enough to drive you insane, but we'll make it through. :)