My Eggo is Preggo

Yes.
It has finally happened.
I am growing a fetus.

Ahhh.....
Life couldn't be better. Seriously...
Of course a little less puking and a normal sense of smell would be nice.
Not that I'm complaining...
Heck, I'd welcome all the preggo problems in the world doubled (happily!) at this point.

I want to share my "Oh-my-gosh-I-found-out-I-was-pregnant" story.  My blog needs a little love, and now I can finally get back to it with no secret to hide!

So yes, I am pregnant. (Have I mentioned this yet?)

It was a quite the experience getting to this point.  As you already know, we had some infertility treatments over the summer.  Both IUI's failed, which was a total, complete bummer to put it lightly.  In June, Kevin started a a 30 day medication, however, his test results following showed no improvement. During this time, we were in the middle of our crazy house hunt (another story there) and Kevin was about to start Law School.  All the distraction was good, I suppose.

Also during this time, I had a serious conversation with my self and decided that 2012 just wasn't our year.  I had always said that my 25th year would be a great one, but I just figured it was everything else "great", except getting pregnant "great".  I had accepted this and was okay.  I told myself our year for getting pregnant was going to be next year.  I knew Kevin would be too busy in his first year of Law School to have time for infertility treatments, and the stress he would go through wouldn't help.  I don't want to say I gave up, it was just time to take a break.  So I put away all of the Ovulation Predictor Kits and everything else and decided to just enjoy this stage of our life.  Heck, we just moved into our very first purchased home!  This in and of itself was SUPER exciting.  I decided to focus on other areas of joy and happiness in my life and not dwindle on the parts I believed were lacking.  This was almost freeing to me.  Thank goodness I have the cutest nieces and nephews around to enjoy.  Spending time with them is like the next best thing.  And it makes for good practice :)

Now we were into August and just about finished unpacking.  Life was ever more enjoyable and we were as happy as ever.  We were getting settled into our new routine of Kevin being gone pretty much all the time working and schooling while I found things to do to occupy my free time.  Life was good.

And then I found out my brother and his wife, Lindsey,  were expecting their first baby.
This was a shock for me.

(I just want to say that first and foremost  I was unbelievably happy for them.  I want only the best for Cliff & Lindsey.  They are great people and 100% deserve everything wonderful in their lives, including having children without infertility issues! )

But sometimes it's hard to stop the sad feelings from surfacing.

The following day at work was hard.  I couldn't stop my mind from going crazy with thoughts.  I don't know why, but for some reason I always felt fine around other pregnant people but knew when the time came for Cliff to have a baby and we still hadn't, it would be hard.  By the end my work day, these bad thoughts had gotten the best of me.  I decided that I was going home and put on my comfiest sweats and eat Oreos for dinner.  I knew Kevin wouldn't be home so I was going to make this the best "Pitty Party" ever!

And then move on with my life.

SIDE NOTE:
At this point, I was already over a week late for my expected "Shark- week".  But I figured I was back to my crazy abnormally long cycles since I wasn't on Clomid anymore and Shalee had moved to Idaho. (For some reason, my "shark week" likes to come on the same time as Shalee's).  Since I wasn't as focused on my cycles anymore, I figured I'd give it another week or two since it wouldn't be weird if it started then.  The weekend prior, my sis-in-law Emileah told me I was crazy for not taking a pregnancy test since I knew I was late.  My boss, Christy kept bugging me to go out and buy one and take it at work. I didn't even think twice about it.  I was already convinced that we weren't getting pregnant this year and so I did nothing.

I drove home from work that day, with just a little more aggression than usual.
I didn't let people merge in front of me on the freeway and would give a little "ha-ha!" as I drove by.
(Yeah, I showed them!)
Maybe even drove a little faster than normal.
Definitely slammed the door when I got home.
("Pitty Party" mode... remember?)  
I stomped up the stairs.
Instead of putting my work clothes away, I left them on the ground.
(Ouuuh... good one, I know!)  

Then I went into my bathroom, and pulled out one of those little life ruiners (pregnancy test) out of my stock. And pee'd on that stick like it was no one's business!  I even threw it on the bathroom counter to prove I didn't care and already knew what it would read. I went and found my comfiest clothes, not caring what people at the grocery store would think as I bought my Oreos.

This was going to be the Pittiest Party EVER!

I was about to head downstairs and remembered I needed to see the pregnancy test results so I would have my icing on the cake to start off my Pitty Party.  I walked confidently back into the bathroom and casually glanced at the test like it was a waste of my time.

"PREGNANT"

My heart seriously stopped beating.  No where on the stick did it say "NOT".  I had taken this same test many, many, many times.  Clear Blue is probably still in business because of me.  I had seen the words "NOT PREGNANT" so much that I didn't think it was even possible for it to say "PREGNANT".  

This seriously couldn't be happening right now.  I was in denial.

I walked away from the counter stared at my bed for a minute and walked back into the bathroom to see if the results had changed.

"PREGANT".

I walked in and out of the bathroom a few more times.

It still said "PREGNANT".

The rush of emotion, tears, craziness completely overwhelmed me.  I started screaming, crying, jumping, sitting on the floor, standing up, walking in circles....This feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced.  I had dreamed and thought of this moment for so long and it was finally happening.  FINALLY. I had wanted it so bad that I had never thought it would actually happen. It was so surreal.

So now I HAD to tell someone.  It was 4pm.  Kevin wouldn't get home till 10pm.  I decided to call him.  I knew I couldn't tell him over the phone, but maybe I could convince him to skip his mandatory, no excused absense class?  Maybe?  

Me:  Hi, can you come home early, please?
Kevin:  Uhhh, no.
Me: Please?
Kevin: Lisa...
Me: I know, I know. Okay, I'll see you later.

I really wanted to go over to Emileah's and tell her, but I know I couldn't.  Kevin had to be the first person I told.  He just had to be!  Okay, so now I have 6 long hours until he came home.  What the heck was I going to do for 6 hours?!  Well, I cleaned and I watched all my recorded shows on the DVR.

Time was still slowly passing by.

I felt like I was going to burst.

10PM.... FINALLY.

Kevin is home, I hear the garage.  I decided I wanted to film him since this happened out of the blue, sort of.   And is so unexpected.  When he walked in and saw I was filming, he thought that I broke something or purchased something really expensive. He was a little confused.  Once I put my phone down and stopped recording, we seriously freaked out together.  Freaked out in a good, happy, excited, elated kind of way.

I will never forget this day.  Definitely one of my top BESTEST memories ever!

Due date: May 10, 2013