Ok, so remember back at the start of the year (like literally the second day of the year) when my entire family caught that nasty stomach virus... again?!?!
Well, I left out a large chunk of the story and I've been DYING to tell you the rest. And today is finally the day!
My mom was the one who originally took me to the ER so Chris could stay home with a sleeping Luke. I was extremely thankful because as much as I love Chris sometimes you just want your mom when you are sick.
Well it was getting late so my dad came to relieve her and she could go home and go to sleep. An hour or so after my dad got there, the ER doctor came to see me one last time before he was going to discharge me.
ER Doctor: "Your labs came back. Congratulations you are PREGNANT!"
My Dad: "What?"
Well not totally. See this baby was very much planned but the possibility of pregnancy is the LAST thing you are thinking about when you are pretty convinced you are going to die from a stomach virus.
It was still a few days early to take a test and the ER doctor told me just that. The HCG shows up in your blood 1-2 days before it reaches your urine. TMI? Sorry. But you better believe I took a test the next morning just to make sure. Yes, I know my blood is way more accurate. But something about seeing those two pink lines makes me happy. It's not like they let me SEE them do the blood test.
So if you are following along now, my dad is the first to know. Even before my husband. Oops. Dad was sworn to secrecy but you know I was going to tell Chris as soon as I walked in the door.
I got home around 12:15 that night and I woke up a sleeping Chris on the couch. I told him that they ran the labs. (I had texted him earlier to let him know that I told the ER doctor there was a chance I could be pregnant and that they were going to do some blood work. Yes, I left this part out of the story earlier for the suspense... you wouldn't have been as shocked if you knew it was a possibility, right? Right.)
Me: "We're pregnant."
Chris: "Really?" (followed by sleepy, happy grin spreading over his face)
Baby Monitor clicks on from sleep mode and we hear Luke throwing up.
No joke. I couldn't make this stuff up. The timing was comical. So I freaked. Because A. I hate puke. and 2. the last instructions I got were to take it easy. Hilarious, yes?
A quick phone call to the mother-in-law:
Me: "I'm really sick, I just got back from the hospital and now Luke is throwing up. And we are going to need some help because I'm pregnant."
Me: "Yep. Please help."
This is where I can't help but laugh and realize that God has a sense of humor. See I have been dreaming up for several months now the ways we would tell our family when and if we got pregnant with #2.
Everyone knew we were trying with Luke. Chris and I were so ecstatic that we told everyone before the stick had dried. This time, we were determined to let it sit for awhile and tell them all in some cute way.
God had other plans. And you know what? I can't help but think his way was best. He took out all of the anxiety that comes with a home pregnancy test. Yes? No? Testing too early? Etc. He once again reminded me that I am not in control. That even with all my "planning" this baby will be coming when HE determines and not a minute sooner. God is good.
All this to say, Baby T2 is officially on the way! (We called Luke Baby T so this one is naturally Baby T2).
I promise lots more details to come about my first few weeks of pregnancy but this post is already too long. And now you know where I've been the past month. Busy growing a tiny human who is make this momma very tired and very sick!
Luke is going to be the best big brother and we can't wait for September!