Rewind. A few months ago my dog threw up in our bathroom. A little patch of grass. Normally I would scoop it up with some toilet paper and go about my day. This time, the smell was so bad that it made me throw up. I made K clean it up. A little ridiculous, I admit.
Fast forward a few days. K was eating hard boiled eggs for breakfast and I was upstairs getting ready. I smelled them. As I came down the stairs the smell got worse and worse. I mean, no one likes the smell of a boiled egg, but really. I threw a little tantrum and would not shut up about how terrible, awful, disgusting they smelled. And why didn't they always smell so. bad. the million other times we had eaten them?
And then it hit me.
The smells.
Oh. Help me.
Still too soon to take a test. So, I waited. A week later, we were getting ready to go out with friends to Ormsby's. I turned on my hair straightener, peed on the stick, got dressed & did my makeup, then went back in to check. In my head, I knew it was technically impossible. But then, I already knew the truth.
I called K upstairs to help me with something. He walks in our bedroom as I'm pulling up my boots. I unfold myself and stare at him. He's so cute. I'm about to drop a bomb, and he's clueless.
"I'm pregnant."
He started laughing and I started crying, then we swapped.
We hugged a lot, then kept taking turns laughing, staring, crying. Repeat.
We are so excited.
We go to Ormsby's early. I tell the waitress that I'm pregnant, and no matter what I order to bring me fruit juice. She tells us congratulations and keeps her word. I drink fruit juice all night. My friends kept asking me what it was, and I told them I didn't know, that I told her to surprise me. K rolls his eyes and gives me a smirk. I am begging God that they don't ask me to try it. He answers my prayer.
I want to tell everyone, but we decide to wait.
Yes, all you wide-eyed nay-sayers, pick your jaw up off the floor. We know how babies are made; and despite our best efforts- God sometimes has a bigger, better, more beautiful plan than we do. And that's one of my favorite things about Him. Three kids? The oldest just weeks over 3? I can't think of a better blessing than children, and I can't believe that God trusts me this much. We have always wanted a brood, a basketball team, a van full. And God is just honoring that desire for us.
We. Are. Thrilled.
Until Next Time,
The so excited I'm pregnant and can tell people Guff
Oh my gosh, I'm so excited!!!! Congratulations!!!
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