Serendipity

August 29:
     As Scott opened the front door to our house, he was met with heated up leftovers for lunch, and Stevie Wonder playing in the background. As the music played on, the sounds of "Isn't she Lovely" rang through our small two bedroom house, I ran to greet him with a hug and a kiss, and a little bit of news; "I think we're pregnant." I could see his eyebrows raise through his tented sunglasses; an expression of shock, excitement and perhaps, terror. Though, he was surprised, he didn't seem as surprised as I had been three hours earlier. He was calm and collective, and smiling through and through. I had taken a pregnancy test, it was utterly positive, and yet, I was in absolute denial. I began to unfold my morning to him with inserts of, "I mean, these things probably aren't that accurate anyway," "there's no way this is actually true," "I won't believe it until I hear a doctor confirm it," etc. Meanwhile, my sweet husband, chuckled to himself first, then towards me at my irrationality, and then in joy at the thought of this serendipity--



August 31:
   I had been crying on and off for the days that laid in between our "discovery," and our doctor visit. For starters, my parents were out of country, and I didn't want to call them overseas until we "knew for sure." Therefore, we were trying to wait to tell others our "potential news," until we were able to tell our parents. However, the mere thought of this little baby, being a reality--changed everything.

       Where would I work? What about all of our current, and many, responsibilities? Will I still be    
       able to do it all? How sick will I be during my first tri-mester?
       Then the more daunting questions: What about my dreams? What about my free time? And
       spontaneity? What about road trips and girl trips and the freedom to go anywhere at anytime?
       What about Scott and I? It will never just be "us" again! Stay at home! I can't stay at home! I'm
       the biggest extrovert anyone has ever seen! Do you know that babies can't even really talk for
       the first few years of their lives! I'm going to go crazy!

  Our trip to the doctor was almost as humorous. After answering questions, the doctor came back with our test.
       "Congratulations! The test came back positive. You are in fact pregnant. You're about 5 weeks
        along. Your due date is May 4th. This is what we give to all our new parents---"

WHOA! Hold on! Dear Doctor, I know this is your job, and you are very use to delivering this type of information to your patients, but this is our lives--that happen to be drastically changing at every sentence you hand us.
However, on the other hand....we were filled with joy. Due Date! OUR baby has a due date! It was one of the most surreal moments of my life. Hearing my name tagged along with our baby's birthday. I wanted to cry with joy and excitement right there, but chose to smile and thank the doctor instead.
Scott and I walked out of the office laughing and grabbing some celebratory Dairy Queen on the way out.



September 1:
   My mom's cell phone rings on her cruise ship at 4:00am, and a really sleepy, and fairly anxious voice answers, "Hello?" "Hi Mom, I'm not hurt." I figured she was probably thinking the worst, but I couldn't bare to go another day without telling them! "Ok...." "I just wanted to tell you something." "Ok..." "I'm pregnant." Then a silence hits the phone, as my mom slowly wakes up, processing what her first daughter had just told her, from counties away, "Oh my....Oh my goodness! Mike, Mike! Jenny's pregnant!" I could almost see my Dad, moan, trying to respond, but fairly unaware of the world at 4:00am on a holiday--the same way my husband sleeps. However, Mom, was awake. Oh my goodness I can't believe it! Which was then followed by multiple questions and a short conversation.  We hung up, and my heart felt lighter. No matter how old you get, sometimes, you just need your parents. And in just a few short months, I, as a kid, get to join their side; me, a parent. My whole paradigm is shifting.



September 11:
   We started gradually telling our best friends, calling them one by one. Amanda Shettleroe laughed, my sister Julia screamed, and Scotts parents were beyond thrilled. However, one thing everyone shared in common, they were all so excited for us. September 11th, we made it as official as you can, we went Facebook. :)  My favorite comment was from our friend Joshua Flynt, who wrote on Scott's wall, "Did someone hack into y'alls facebook account, or is this for real." :) It took us texting him back to convince him that, this was, in fact true. "Yes, we're pregnant, and we're so excited!"