The Positive Test

As you may have seen from my last post, I finally admitted to why I haven't been blogging as much lately.

We are expecting our first child in January, 2015!

I am blessed to be 9 weeks along, today. We found out the great news back on May 15th. We have gone through a lot these past few weeks and I can't wait to share it all with you! First, I'll start with the day that we found out.

I was home alone at the time, watching "What to Expect Before Your Expecting" on Netflix (for the fifth time because I think that movie is super cute and hilarious) and I was about to doze off for the night. I looked at the clock and it was only 7:30 p.m. I decided enough was enough. I had been unable to stay awake past 8 p.m. for two weeks now. Even though I had already took 2 pregnancy tests within a few weeks, I decided that I would use my last test. Something just wasn't right, I thought. I shouldn't be this tired! So, I took the test and went outside with the dogs as I waited on the results. Negative again, I assumed. However, when I came back inside, I checked the test and it was positive. Wow! My entire world turned upside down in a split second, and in the best possible way!

My husband was at night class for another hour and a half. That was the longest hour and a half, ever. I just couldn't wait to tell him! I couldn't wait to tell, anyone!

I called my mom, and cried. I didn't have words, so she was worried at first but then I was finally able to speak. All of my worries spilled out and she reassured me that everything would be fine.

After talking with my mom, I layed on the couch and prayed. I was incredibly anxious so I prayed until that feeling went away. Afterward, I was relaxed and hopeful and excited.

Waiting for my husband to get home to share the good news was incredibly hard to do. I wrote him a note telling him that there was a surprise for him in the oven. I put the positive pregnancy test in the oven and closed the door. When he got home, he read the note and gave me a hug. I asked him what he thought it was, and he said "meatloaf" with a big smile on his face. I told him it wasn't meatloaf and to go check it out.

He opened the oven door and look at the test for a few seconds. Then he looked back at me and said "are you serious?!" I shook my head and cried happy tears and he came and hugged me. He had happy tears, too. He said, "Is everything okay? Should I sell my truck? Are we going to be okay?". I just laughed as he went through his turn with the panic stage and reassured him that it was all going to be okay.

It is all going to be okay. I pray every day for the baby growing inside of me. I pray every day for good health for my child, myself, my husband and my loved ones. Life is so precious. God is so good. We are so blessed!