The Beginning {We're Pregnant}.

Last week started out like any other. My husband was at work Monday afternoon when I suddenly began thinking about a Pizza Hut commercial we had seen the night before for their new Three Cheese Stuffed Crust Pizza. I e-mailed Skylar to ask if he would be okay with ordering that for dinner since I couldn't stop thinking about it. He laughed at me stating that it was funny how I never want and/or even like pizza, however, on the one night he doesn't really feel like it I suddenly want it so badly. However, I decided to order it anyways, telling myself I'd just eat it for lunch and save the leftovers in case he changed his mind. Let me tell you: that. pizza. was. delicious.

You're probably wondering what the heck this story has to do with the title of this blog post. Who cares if she wanted pizza for dinner? Get over it, lady. However, you should know that I have an irrational hatred for Pizza Hut. Growing up, we ordered Pizza Hut every Friday night so after eating it so many times I became seriously repulsed by it and haven't eaten it in years. Skylar came home that night and mentioned a conversation he had with some of his colleagues. "So I told a few of my co-workers that you wanted to order Pizza Hut for dinner but I found it really weird since you don't even like Pizza Hut. They all joked that you're probably pregnant. I think they might be right. You've had a lot of weird symptoms lately."

At this moment it dawned on me: I could be. We weren't really taking any preventative measures since we were kind of going with the "whatever happens, happens" attitude, however, I never thought that I would be pregnant so quickly seeing as this attitude was so newly developed. My period wasn't late yet but like Skylar said I had been feeling awfully weird lately. In this moment I decided I was going to wait a few days and then take a pregnancy test.

I went to the store a few days later and bought a First Response Early Result pregnancy test as it claimed to be able to tell me whether or not I was pregnant 4 days before my missed period with 95% accuracy. I came home and took the test right away: big fat negative. I can tell you that I was genuinely disappointed at this point but I took it with a grain of salt and told myself it was all up to God's timing and that we would get pregnant when it was right.

That night, I woke up around 3 a.m. and suddenly felt very sick. I ran to the bathroom and just like that: I threw up twice. I came back to bed to realize that I, unfortunately, had woken up my husband who had to be up for work in just a few short hours. He rolled over to me and said "I still think you're pregnant." The next afternoon, I decided to retake the pregnancy test and discovered that this time there was a very very faint second line. I suddenly started to feel hopeful, however, not wanting to get my hopes up, I told myself that maybe the test was defective. Skylar agreed that a stronger reassurance would definitely be safer than automatically assuming this meant we were pregnant.

Friday came along and I took two more tests. Both showed the same faint line, only this time they were slightly darker than the day before. We started to believe that it could actually be true: we were pregnant! However, I still wasn't completely convinced. At this point I was completely out of my mind. Why couldn't the line just be darker? I wanted to know so badly and it was consuming my every thought.

Saturday, the official date of my missed period, I decided to try a different brand. I needed the reassurance like I needed breath at this point. I went to the store, bought a pack of Clearblue +/- and came home and took a test right away. Low and behold, two beautiful bright blue lines. I was pregnant. (Note: By this point, my nerves were shot, so even though there was a huge wave of relief that swept over me, I still had a tiny inclination of doubt. Yet another test Sunday morning erased all of that. Again, two beautiful bright blue lines formed a cross on the pregnancy test. Now, I'm choosing to blame my crazy, overactive mind on pregnancy hormones. Whatever helps me sleep at night, right? :)

I wish I could tell you that finding out I was pregnant was a romantic experience for my husband and I. However, I'm pretty sure the way my husband found out I was officially pregnant was something along the lines of me screaming "THERE REALLY ARE TWO LINES!" What can I say? I'm a keeper.

We have decided to wait until after we goto the doctor next week to tell our parents and siblings that we're expecting. However, we probably won't tell anyone else until after the first trimester is over. We know that a lot of people wait until after the first trimester is over to even tell anyone at all, however, we decided that it would be nice to at least have a small support system to lean on for information as there is so much to start thinking about early on in pregnancy.

So far, I don't think the reality has genuinely hit for either of us. This was the first month that we had decided to leave the timing in God's hands and go with whatever he had in store for us. So I, for one, did not have any inclination that we would get pregnant so soon. I cannot wait for what the next nine months has in store for us, and we are so overly joyous to be bringing a little bundle of light into this world!