Reality Sets In

Let's take a quick trip down memory lane...and with pregnancy brain that's a little tougher to do these days :). 

During the third week of February I had the opportunity to go to Chicago and Baltimore for work.  It was for our annual Message to the Field (I wrote about a previous trip to Baltimore for the Message to the Field here). And since we were going to be on that side of the country, I decided to tack on a fun weekend with my Mom in NYC!  Mom met me in Baltimore on Thursday, February 17 and we spent the weekend running around the city.  But more on that later--our trip deserves it's own post!  Mom and I were scheduled to come home on Sunday, but ended up getting stuck in Chicago for the night, so I didn't actually get home until Monday after work.  I was gone for a total of six days!  Three cities, four hotel rooms, and countless flights later, I was MORE than ready to get home to my hubby and pups and to sleep in my own bed. 

I was also DYING to get home so I could take a pregnancy test.  I had a sneaking suspicion that I was pregnant the entire time I was on my trip, but wanted to wait until I was home with Kel before taking "the test" to confirm.  When we got home from work on Monday night I couldn't wait any longer.  I hadn't told a single soul (not even my mom!) that I thought I might be pregnant because I wanted it to be a complete surprise.  I had big plans of taking "the test", finding out, and surprising Kelly with balloons or a cute onesie or something, but it didn't quite pan out that way. 

To say I was shocked would be an understatement.  Even though I already had a feeling I was pregnant, once "the test" confirmed my suspicions, I was paralyzed.  Don't get me wrong, I've been planning and preparing for this my entire life.  It's just that when the double pink lines are staring you in the face, it takes your breath away.  I didn't know whether to scream or cry or jump for joy!  Is it possible to do all three at once? 

So--once I knew, I had to share the news with my baby daddy! Kelly was plopped on the couch watching TV...or maybe playing his video game (I can't remember), but I walked into the living room (sans balloons and a onesie) with "the test" in my hand, walked over to him, and showed him the results.  He looked at me in disbelief and said "are you serious??"   And then his cute little grin quickly covered his face!  After a quick moment of tears and hugs, we were left holding the biggest secret in the world!  At least, in our world.  I remember saying, "so, what do we do now" to which Kelly replied, "maybe we should call the doctor."  Good idea, babe!  {Later we would learn that the day we found out I was already 5 weeks 2 days.}

So the very next day (February 22) I called my doctor's office to schedule our first appointment.  Much to my dismay, they couldn't get us in until March 8!!  March 8, I thought?!  That's a LIFETIME away.  You mean, I have to carry this secret with me for the next TWO WEEKS??  It felt like an eternity.  And I was DYING to spread the word!