Knocked Up

A year ago today, we found out I was pregnant with our little bambino. It was only our second month of trying but I wanted a baby so badly. The morning of the 20th, I woke up because I heard Josh leaving for school and I took a test. I was super sleepy, so when a second line hadn't appeared after a couple of minutes, I tossed it into the trash can and went back to bed.

A few hours later, I went into the bathroom and noticed that the test, lying face up in the trash can, had a faint second line. I wasn't sure if it was even valid still because of how many hours had passed. I had class all day but spent every break I had on the internet trying to figure out if a second line  even meant anything a few hours after the test had been taken. Most of what I read said it was valid. I was so excited but trying to contain myself because I didn't want to get my hopes up.

After Josh and I  both got home from school, I told him what had happened and that I was going to take another test. He rolled his eyes and told me I was crazy (to say I'd had a few "OMG I swear I'm pregnant" moments throughout our almost-three year marriage would be a massive understatement). Because of that previous maybe-positive, I took 2 tests, a digital and a regular. A girl needs to know for sure, right?

After going downstairs and distracting myself for a few minutes, I returned to the bathroom to two lines and a 'Pregnant'. I looked back and forth between the two in absolute disbelief and yelled downstairs, "Josh....it's positive! It's positive!!!!" He kept his voice calm, saying something like, "Well, now, let's take a look", but I could hear him tripping over things and sprinting up the stairs...obviously not at all calm.

Before I knew it he was standing next to me, looking at the two tests. "Am I delusional? Am I seeing things? Do you see what I see? Two lines? Pregnant? Do you see it? Am I crazy?" flew out of my mouth. I don't remember what he said, or if he said anything at all. I just remember him looking at me, with happy tears in his eyes, and then hugging me. And we spent the next couple of weeks in a happy daze, feeling like it was just too good to be true. And a year later, we look at little Noah, happy, healthy, smiling, growing, bringing so much joy to our lives, and it still feels too good to be true.

First ultrasound at 9 weeks