Hey, Shane...we're having a baby...

We had already planned to start trying for a baby as soon as we got married.

Although Shane wanted to start a family, he was petrified. Absolutely petrified. I remember reassuring him, "Don't worry, it usually takes almost a full year before people get pregnant the first time."

HA! Apparently my husband and I are baby making machines because we got pregnant on our second try. We thought we were pregnant the first time, because I'd skipped a whole cycle, and I was convinced that we had gotten pregnant the first time--right up until April came and went with no baby.

Anyways, back to the pregnancy...

On the morning of September 24, I woke up and couldn't move. I was exhausted. It hurt to lift my arms, it hurt to move my legs, it was a struggle just to get out of bed. It was after 11 a.m. and Shane asked me if I was ever getting up because he was hungry and wanted to do our regular Sunday morning brunch. Reluctantly I mustered up the energy to get up and out the door. We had breakfast, and decided to do some shopping. I remember walking around Wal-Mart with paper towels and complaining to Shane that it was too heavy to carry. He looked at me like I'd lost my mind.

"Maybe we should get another pregnancy test," I said.

"Why? To be told for the sixth millionth time that you're not pregnant? No. Veto. It's a waste of money," he said.

"But I realllllllllllly think I'm pregnant this time!" I exclaimed.

"Yah, ok whatever."

I ignored him and made my way to the family planning section and grabbed the cheapest pregnancy test I could find. I had taken at least 5 already at "20 bucks a pee". I mean, who skips a cycle TWO times and isn't pregnant? WHO? My sister used one from the dollar store and it was accurate, so I decided to get the $6 no name answer in a box.

When we got home, I was dying to test, but I avoided drinking anything so that I would REALLY get an accurate result. Finally, that evening, it was time. I peed on the little stick and within 3 seconds it starting turning.

"SHANE!!!" I yelled. "SHANE! IT'S TURNING...IT'S TURNING!!! OMG, OMG , OMG...IT TURNED PINK...OMG WE'RE PREGNANT!!!! COME LOOK!"

"NO!" says Shane.

"YES! COME HERE!" I yell again.

"UMMM NO, I BELIEVE YOU," I can hear the fear in his voice.

"BUT LOOK, SHANE," I insist again.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he hollers right back.

So I run out with it, and yell, "LOOK!" He looks.

"Yup, it's positive alright. *Crap*," says my under joyous hubby. (Crap is the more polite word.)

He didn't speak for almost a week.

Now one would think that he did not want to have a baby, and that is simply not the case. He was just completely and totally freaked out of his mind. Afterall, I had told him he had at least a year to adjust to the idea before we would get pregnant. Oops. Well, he did have almost a year--nine months anyway--to adjust to being a dad.