But since Baby Day was day 28, the first day you can legitimately test, I figured I might as well check once more so we could have confirmation and decide what plans to make. So I sat the kids down for breakfast and locked myself in the bathroom to do the glamorous pee collection that would reveal whether or not I would be carrying a human life. Then I set the test down on the sink and counted out the three minutes in my head. Even though I was convinced it was for naught, I was still (reservedly) excited. Just in case.
At minute one, I had resigned myself that we weren't pregnant yet. It was a little sad. And then, just like the pregnancy test I took with Grace, I looked down again at the sad, blank test somewhere around minute two, and thought wait...
Is that...?
Definitely a faint pink line.
I stood over the sink whispering (excitedly) "Oh shoot! Oh shoot!" (very Southern, right?) and trying to figure out how I hadn't noticed that I AM PREGNANT!
!!!!!!!
I'd always meant to tell Steve in a (semi-)creative way that he was going to be a Daddy, but with Grace we were standing over the test together, and with Charlie he was right in the kitchen when I snuck off to take a test and I just couldn't NOT tell him right then. Since he was already at school, I had a little time and (forced) distance to try to think of something. Since I couldn't wait until he got home (no patience) I added "Prepare to be a Daddy again" to his task list. And waited.
Oh med school.
I took Gracie to preschool and ran some errands with Charlie (including picking up as second pregnancy test JUST TO BE SURE), came home and took another test, fed Charlie a snack... Another positive:
And finally, two hours later, Steve called me and said, "Do you have something you need to tell me?!"
We spent the rest of the day trying to quell the excitement/nerves/anticipation. Another baby! A third! We were thrilled and terrified, just like with the first two. All day I ran around in a whirl of busy-ness, trying to feel like I was doing something to prepare. There was nothing I could do, besides take a prenatal vitamin, which I'd been doing for a while anyway because my doctor said to build up some folic acid before I got pregnant again.
The best thing I could come up with was to pull a bunch of clothes out of my closet, stuff a pillow under my shirt, and figure out which skirts, shirts, and dresses would be wearable during the next 9ish months. Charlie wandered in and out of my bedroom being adorable as I did this (ridiculous) experiment (which Steve is just now finding out about as he reads, because I know he will laugh at me) and I was pleased to find out that a good number of my skirts at least will look even better with a baby bump.
*sigh*
I am so weird, huh?
It was the only thing I could think to do, that didn't involve buying things.
That night I sat on the couch and worked on my book while Steve went to Scouts. He called me on the way home to suggest hanging out on with some new episodes of Walking Dead (we are so romantic) and told me to be waiting on the couch (easy, already there) and that he would be home in ten minutes.
When he arrived at the door, he was holding this:
A perfectly topped frozen yogurt (mine is on the right, obvs) and a gorgeous bouquet of roses. And he kissed me and said, "Happy Baby Day." And my heart. just. melted.
Happy Baby Day. ♥
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