Two Little Lines

Today, Monday, August 22nd, 2011, Jared and I received the greatest shock of our lives in two little lines.  

The day started out just like every other. We work up at 7:30 am and I spent the day at my desk working while Jared finished up a paper for his marketing class and anticipated starting his new job the next morning. Yet, as the day progressed, I couldn’t ignore the fact that there was a little something hanging over my head.

My period. It’s two weeks late…I’ve been feeling like it’s been coming …I’ve even been having some slight cramps/spotting…but it hasn’t come yet. And my boobs, man, they hurt! Am I pregnant? I can’t be pregnant…physically impossible! And besides, we’re not quite ready for a baby yet…we just moved to North Carolina to focus on our careers and school…a baby wasn’t supposed to happen until we got back to MN. And God knows that, right?

But, just to ease the mind, Jared and I walked to the grocery store on the beautiful summer afternoon around 5:00pm to buy a pregnancy test. Before I took the test I got dinner started…we were going to have fish…and then I entered the bathroom apprehensively to take the test.

It said to wait three minutes, so I left the room to put the fish in the oven. There was no way I could sit there and watch the lines appear (or not appear). At about 2.5 minutes, Jared asked, “Do you think we can look yet?”  I looked back and answered, “Yes, but I’m nervous”.  Jared smiled at me and said, “You’re just a worry wart, you’re not pregnant, you haven’t even had any morning sickness.”

I picked up the test and couldn’t believe my eyes. There were TWO pink lines. I re-read the instructions to make sure I knew what that meant, and as I thought: “Pregnant”.  HOLY CRAP!

I ran out of the bathroom and looked at Jared white-faced. “What does it say?!” He yelled nervously. I handed him the test, threw myself on the couch and all I could say was, “Our lives will never be the same!”

There were a million thoughts that ran through my head as I laid face down on the couch and Jared paced in circles around the room. How did this happen? Well…I knew how it happened…but we were always so careful. Wow…my body actually works! I plan EVERYTHING by the minute in my life, and this part of our story wasn’t supposed to happen for at least six months or so. Can we take care of a newborn all alone out here? What will our families and friends think? How far along am I? Have I hurt the baby, since I’ve been out partying on the weekends? Oh God…I’m not ready to get fat!

I looked at Jared, still in shock, and God Bless his heart, all he could do was smile and say, “This is a blessing”.

He was right. It was meant to be. This may not have been in our plan, but it was in God’s plan. The little peanut in my belly defied the odds and outsmarted his/her parents because God told them that it was time to join their family. And we couldn’t be more thrilled or full of love to welcome this new addition and adventure to our lives.

Pictured below are my two positive tests next to the test I made Jared take, just to make sure I didn't have a defective batch. Good thing the two of us aren't pregnant!! ;)