In the beginning of February, I was a few days "late" when I am usually early. I always think Im pregnant, so I didn't put much thought into it. On Feb 3rd, I was at work with a relatively calm assignment. I remember the thought that I was pregnant was stuck in my head. It felt different than other times when I thought I was pregnant - like it wasn't coming from me. I couldn't get the idea out of my head for like five hours and I actually began to really think it was real (I started being more cautious when positioning pts and bending over etc haha). I rushed home after work to tell Tyler that we needed to go get a pregnancy test, he thought I was delusional - I guess I have cried wolf a few too many times.
I literally dragged him to Walgreens (prego tests are so expensive there ps.) Then we went out to eat and went home for the night. Somehow Tyler convinced me to wait until the morning to take the test and I was so tired I went along with it.
Well that night I had three dreams that my pregnancy test was positive. As soon as the sun came up, I hopped out of bed and rushed to take the test. I remember it showed positive so fast, I was basically shocked. I always pictured this moment as super joyous and happy, but I burst out in tears in an "oops, crap, Tyler is going to kill me" type of way (This baby would be born around the start of his hardest/most time consuming year of school. Being the planner that I am, I wanted to avoid having a baby during that year, so I wouldn't be raising the baby by myself...) Anyways- I ran into our room and woke Tyler up and told him, saying "Im sorry" every other sentence. Not surprisingly, he was so excited and happy about it, and was very reassuring to me.
After the initial shock wore off, I obviously became a lot more excited - ever since I got married I have been baby hungry. I love my little baby so much already, and feel willing to sacrifice anything for him/her. Baby is a little over two inches now. I can't wait to find out what I'm having!
