So, We’re Pregnant

About 7:00am on Saturday morning (Nov. 16th), Angela ran into the bedroom, threw off the covers, and yanked me by the arm.

"Come here. You need to see this."

Of all the thoughts running through my head (not that many, since I was still mostly asleep), none of them had anything to do with family. I naturally thought something was wrong or that she was angry with me (both happen from time to time). Mostly I just figured the dogs were doing something she wanted me to see since that happens a lot. However, when she turned back around to me standing at the sink holding a little white plastic stick I was kind of shocked.

First Pregnancy Test

"Does that look like a plus sign to you?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, it really does."

"Okay. Listen to this: ‘It does not matter if the plus sign is light or dark. A plus sign means you are pregnant.’ Honey, I think we’re pregnant."

"Oh! Well, okay then. We’re pregnant. Wow, that didn’t take long."

I’ll spare you all the details, but here’s why I said that: we had sex without using contraceptives twice. The horror stories you heard about getting pregnant if you don’t use 'protection'? The ones which you scoffed at saying it was so unlikely to happen the first time or two that you needn’t worry? You were wrong, they were right. Apparently we rolled some pretty amazing dice on this one. Shoot me for saying so, but I so wished we’d put our pants on an driven up to Atlantic city that morning. Hey, we could have paid for a lot of diapers and private school. That’s all I’m saying…

Shortly thereafter, Angela noticed that the pregnancy test she used had expired six months ago. She’d done some short research during pharmacy school on various pregnancy tests and their efficacy but she wasn’t sure about how reliable they were after their expiration date. We decided we’d try again the next day. That day was spent over in Charlottesville with Meg and Travis. We went to a winery, out to lunch, on a short day-hike, and then out to dinner. I know it had to suck for Angela to watch me sample wines at the winery under the white lie that she had an upset stomach, so I don’t plan to do that to her in the future. We had scheduled the winery visit sometime earlier and didn’t want to change plans at the risk of raising suspicion. On the drive home, we stopped off at the local 24 hour, chain pharmacy to pick up another pregnancy test.

The directions said it could be used any time of day (most say morning only) and might take up to three minutes to provide a result. Well, it turns out Angela is so pregnant it took about thirty seconds to read "Pregnant!" So, without any real doubt:

We’re having a baby!

Uh Huh

Now, why all the screwed up timeline? Why am I writing about something just after it happened and you didn’t hear about it until sometime later? Well, we’re only about a month pregnant (or less) at this point. Right now, there’s something smaller than a raisin in Angela’s lower belly and having never gone through this before, we simply don’t know what’s going to happen to her body and with the pregnancy. We’re holding off on the news with pretty much everyone until Angela sees her doctor and has a checkup. Until then, we’re reading every book imaginable and trying to plan for something we really have little idea what to do for. Otherwise, we’re really excited. Also, to tell the truth, I feel incredibly guilty for not telling everyone. I want to so badly but I also don’t want to try and assume too much.

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