So, the wedding was beautiful. I think. It felt like I wasn't even there. Everyone tells me it was beautiful, so either it was and they are being honest, or it wasn't and they're being nice. Who knows. Who cares. We're MARRIED! So, we got a bunch of great gifts. One from a completely unexpected source. (One of my friends, actually the ONLY one of my friends to get us ANYTHING at all...) Anyway, I was surprised about that, but we appreciated everything that everyone did for us. It really made it a day to remember. Until August 17th that is...
So, Saturday (this would be the 16th for those of you keeping up) I felt like crap. I honestly thought I was coming down with the flu. Well, for the entire week before this, I really hadn't been able to eat, so it sort of made sense. So, I hadn't been sleeping well the past couple of nights... (this would the the 15th & 16th) So, I woke up at around 5:15 Sunday morning and went down stairs so that I could let Matthew sleep. I know, I know, what a wonderful wife... Anyhow... I get down stairs, let the dogs out, try to eat something, can't, turn the television on, and immediately breakdown into tears. For THREE straight hours. I'm not kidding. Not one bit. So I woke Matthew up to go to Bed Bath & Beyond to use our gift certificate and our 10% off coupon (woo-woo!). Anyhow, he wakes up, I'm still weepy. I had no idea what was wrong. Fastforward. So, we're on our way back from BB&B and I want to call my mom. Immediately when I see the word in my phone, I start crying. Again. Yay. So I decide to try my dad. Same thing. Great. What the HELL is wrong with me today? Fastforward, again. We get home, I start thinking, "Well maybe I should just try to take a pregnancy test just to see and if it's negative I won't think about it again until Thursday (the day my cycle is due)". So into the bathroom I go, locked the door, just incase, because I wasn't about to tell Matthew I was going in there to take a test five days too early. Anyway, pee on stick, stick turns pink at control line like normal, and then... what is this? Another line?! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my GOD! I walk out of the bathroom, holding this life changing piece of plastic in my hand and I must look like a zombie. Matthew says, "What's wrong?" I said, "I'm not sick... I'm pregnant." I think I see a tear come to his eye, he jumps up, hugs me forever and looks at the stick. "Is it supposed to be so light?", he asks curiously. I said, "Well it's five days early." So I went to the dr. FIRST thing Monday morning, and what do you know, the blood test showed positive too.
So here I sit at 3:41 in the morning on Tuesday, hungry, tired and happy. Who could ask for more?
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