Things around our house have been...stressful...to say the least. I quit my job about a month ago to go back to school full-time, which has made money a bit tighter than usual for us. We're doing just fine, paying bills and such, but going from two incomes to one is an adjustment to say the least. I'm preparing to start my first semester of grad school tomorrow, which has me both excited and nervous, but I know that this is a door God has finally opened for me so I'm putting my worries in Him. H is about to head back to his original unit as they return from deployment which is going to shake up his work situation more than he'd like. He's had a great run at his current unit while his original unit was deployed and made a really good impression on a lot of his CO's, but with his original unit coming home and the transition back to that unit comes having to start back at square-one in terms of proving he's a squared-away soldier ready to take on responsibilities and start going to schools.
So, yeah, to say our household has been under stress lately is a bit of an understatement.
When I realized I was a few days late, I just chalked it up to the fact that I'm under stress and didn't think too much else of it, especially since last month I thought our timing for making Baby K was off due to my trip home for my cousin's wedding (H didn't come with me, and while we "took care of business" prior to me leaving, I didn't think we were close enough to my O date). Then I caught myself crying while watching a touching segment on ESPN's SportsCenter. Yes. I cried while watching a piece about a Make-a-Wish kid and the Arizona Diamond Backs. That's when I knew I needed to test.
Fast forward to about 12:30pm and I'm crying in the bathroom over the two VERY dark lines on my positive test. H had just gone back to work from his lunch break, and I've had a plan since April about how I wanted to surprise him with the good news, so I went into "freak out, cry, happy dance, gotta get this surprise put together" mode. Thank goodness for my bestie #2 up here who went through pregnancy/delivery at Fort Drum and knew how to direct me - calling the doctor, setting up a blood test, getting all goofy excited for me over the phone. The usual. :) At 3pm I took another test, just for kicks and giggles (and to make sure I wasn't the fluke patient who would have a false positive test - do those even happen?!). Again, two VERY dark lines. Called the doctor and scheduled myself for bloodwork the following morning, and eagerly started putting together H's surprise:
To say H was shocked is an understatement. I'm pretty sure he sat there silently, staring at the items in the box for a solid 10 minutes before anything actually registered in his mind. (For the record, H is the third man in his family to have his name, so we have always referred to Baby K as "the fourth", hence the blue note). In fact, I'm pretty sure it didn't actually settle in until the next afternoon when I got the call from my doctor's office confirming my two positive HPT's.
So it's official - Baby K (or Nugget, as I've been calling him/her) is due to arrive April 27, 2014! I'm exactly 5 weeks pregnant as I write this, and my parents just left from visiting for the weekend. It was amazing getting to tell them in person, since I really thought I'd have to do it over Facetime or Skype with us being 500 miles away from them. We surprised them at dinner on Thursday night, and they are almost as excited as we are. Tonight we'll be calling H's mom to tell her, which I'm a little more nervous about. It's her first grandbaby, and my parent's second. We've told a very few select close friends, but as for everyone else...well they have to wait until September 15 to find out :) And chances are, if you're reading this, you probably just found out today, too!
Go have a celebratory drink (or two) for me, since it'll be a looooong time before I can have one, and remember to trust God in His timing - it'll all work out when He's ready for it to.
xoxo, M
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