I was almost a week late when I realized that maybe I should "take the test." I didn't want to take the test because I didn't want to be jumping the gun (which I have done several times before) or most importantly, be disappointed. After having a bizarre dream about pregnancy (at 6:45 AM) I got up and took a test I had. It came back positive. It's hard to describe how I felt. I was happy, I was teary-eyed, I was unsure. I wanted to be happy, but I just didn't believe it. So, in my pj's and flip flops, I went to Walgreens to buy a different brand of pregnancy test and by 7:15am on Saturday, May 8, 2010, I had two positive pregnancy tests. I was thanking God for this miracle, but I didn't want to think anything about pregnancy because I was afraid it wasn't true. After a few hours of thinking this over, I convinced myself that TWO pregnancy tests couldn't possibly be wrong, so I must be pregnant. With that, Zach and I went shopping and we bought an "I love my Daddy bib." (I told Zach that the bib was for someone else). I put one of the tests in a plastic sandwich bag, rolled the bib around it, tied it and put it on top of John's "special" donut treat.
Zach had a birthday party to go to and during that time I went out to lunch with my mother. I didn't want to say anything to her, or to anyone for that matter, until I took a blood test. I tried to act normal, well at least normal for me :), even when John called. He found the gift I left him and said something to the effect of "so you're pregnant." All I could say was "yes," because I didn't want my mom to know. It was crazy b/c I never pictured such a joyous moment to be shared b/t my husband and me, but nonetheless, it's the way happened and I probably won't forget it!
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