Originally written August 9th, 2011
Looks like we are becoming a statistic.
The week of August 1st I suspected something was up. I kept getting headaches. I seemed a little more tired than usual. Traffic made me queasy. None of these things were overwhelming, but when combined with a late period I decided to take a pregnancy test on August 8th.
I hate pregnancy tests. Despise them. I have taken several before, I have sat there with my heart pounding for the torturous three minutes only to have my dreams crushed for another month. I won’t take them unless I am pretty late. And by August 8th I was pretty late. This time I didn’t have to wait the slow three minutes. This time that elusive second line appeared. It appeared quickly, but it was very faint- not the exact confirmation I was hoping for. I believed it, but I didn’t really believe it. I went about my day.
I went to the health clinic at work, where they confirmed what I had learned that morning- I was pregnant. I was pregnant. I was pregnant. After over two years with no luck, I was pregnant. A few months away from bringing our adopted kids home, I was pregnant. I was pregnant!
It didn’t turn out to be my most productive work day.
Mark’s birthday was in two days, August 10th, and I knew this would be the perfect gift for him. I was going to wait until his actual birthday, but when our plans got cancelled that night I knew there was no way I could wait to tell him. I had already planned to get him pilot flying lessons, a good gift in itself. I teased him about how great his gift was all day.
When I got home, I made Mark hide while I got the gift ready. I put a Royals onesie, Mizzou binkies, the positive pregnancy test, and a note in a gift bag and covered it with lots of tissue paper. Then I put the card on top with the gift card for flying lessons. I had teased Mark so much that he was actually nervous about opening the gift. The fact that I was standing there with the camera (only after I realized the camcorder had a dead battery) did not help. He knew I was expecting a big reaction, and he didn’t want to let me down.
He was excited about the flying lessons. Then he tore into the gift.
He was a little unsure. He looked at me with deep, wide eyes and said “Jayme, what are you telling me?” Later he told me he didn’t know what was going on. At first he thought we got an Ethiopian court date, but he knew these things were too small for our adopted kids. He started thinking I was pregnant, but worried if he guessed and was incorrect, he would ruin the whole gift. Then he found the note. As he read the note, he realized. Tears filled both of our eyes. We have been waiting so long for this moment and it did not feel real. We hugged. We kissed. We cried some more. Then we went to ColdStone to celebrate.
We are unbelievably excited and feel blessed beyond belief. We are shocked. We are worried about the health of our baby- it feels like after our struggles to get pregnant, the pregnancy won’t be easy. We are worried that our court date will be pushed out to a point where it’s unsafe for me to travel. We are worried our adopted kids will get home the same week I go into labor. We are worried about where five beings will sleep in a two bedroom house. We are worried about the value of our house. I am worried about pushing something the size of a watermelon out of….nevermind.
We have a lot on our minds, but we could not be happier. We are so so so excited and feel like the luckiest kids in the world! The transition from DINKs (double income no kids) to being outnumbered….in a matter of months…is going to be interesting. It’s going to be crazy. But it’s going to be fun.