One year ago today, after some suspicious looking faint lines on home pregnancy tests and blood test to confirm, we found out the most exciting news… We were going to have a baby!
I remember the emotions of that hectic day like it was yesterday. After calling my doctor that morning, and rushing to a lab to get blood work done at lunch (which is always an ordeal for me and my tiny veins), I had a voicemail on my phone from my doctor’s office. The struggle began of whether I listen to the voicemail now, right there in my empty classroom, or wait until Alex came several hours later. I didn’t know if I could wait that long, and he told me to do whatever I wanted, so I listened. With a pounding heart, I listened to the voicemail of the nurse telling me to call back. I could not
dial click the contact fast enough (does anyone really dial anymore? I think it’s becoming one of those archaic sayings).
Finally, I got ahold of the nurse who told me that my blood test was indeed positive! A rush of excitement hit me… and then came the worry and fear. What about the brie cheese I ate last week, or the glass of wine I’d had the weekend before at my work holiday party? What about the medicine that I was on? And with it being the end of the day, I probably wouldn’t get any answers until the next day.
So all night I wrestled with my conflicting emotions of this pure joy and fear, which was eased a little bit my the ice cream cake I picked up on the way home to tell Alex. (I mean, I was pregnant, right? Why not pick up an ice cream cake on the way home from work?) His reaction was perfect, and we laughed, and hugged, and jumped around in the kitchen. And then of course we ate some ice cream cake!
One year later, this little girl melts my heart!