December 7th

I woke up in the morning and thought about the dream that I had just been having. It was a "Groundhog Day" sort of dream. You know, where you wake up and do the same thing over and over. Well in this dream, I was waking up and taking pregnancy tests over and over, and every time I took one it was positive. I thought it was strange, but it made me think that perhaps I should go take a pregnancy test.

You see, I'm actually sort of psychic in my dreams, particularly in regards to pregnancy. A few years ago, I had a dream that my sister was pregnant, the next day I called her to see if it was true, and it turns out she had just gotten a positive pregnancy test a few days prior. She was planning to keep it a secret until her first ultrasound, but she couldn't lie to me when I asked her flat out. Also, back in November I had a dream that my friend Ashley Brandt was pregnant and I wrote on her Facebook wall asking if it was true. She skated around the question by saying they were buying a boat instead. Then in December she came out and announced she was pregnant and told me that when I asked her she had just found out the week before and they hadn't even told their family yet. You guys, I'm psychic.

Anyway, back to the morning of December 7th. I asked Ben if he thought I should take a pregnancy test and he said no. He didn't want me to waste one since I wouldn't even be considered "late" for 6 more days, and those tests aren't cheap. I said ok and took him to work, but when I got home I decided to take one anyway.

I took the test and set a timer for three minutes so that I'd remember to look during the time window, then I went and read blogs or something dumb like that. As I was walking back to the bathroom to look at the test I was thinking about how silly it was that I took a test, and that I was going to have to throw it away and hide all the evidence so that Ben didn't know I wasted one :).

As I looked at the test, I froze, staring in disbelief. There were TWO lines and that means pregnant. I sat there repeating to myself "I'm pregnant? I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant?" trying to make myself believe it and make it sink in. Then I started to cry and said a prayer of thanks because I was so excited that I was going to be a mama. That was such a crazy moment and it didn't feel anything like I thought it would, mostly because it felt so surreal.

Of course the next thing I thought about was that I needed to tell Ben. I always thought that I'd tell my husband in a really fun way if I found out I was pregnant when he wasn't around, but I immediately knew I was not going to be able to keep this a secret the rest of the day. So I told him to call me on video chat, to which he replied that he couldn't because he was at work. And I asked if he was sure he couldn't at least call me and he said no. "Fine," I thought to myself "But once you find out what this is all about you are going to wish you called me." And with that I took a picture of the pregnancy test and sent it to him with a caption that said "I'm pregnant :) Don't tell :)" Am I sad that I couldn't contain myself for 8 hours before he got home so that I could tell him in person? Yes, a little. But its OK because we celebrated when he got home by taking another test so that he could see it and believe it himself. And by taking pictures of what I looked like the day we found out.

The funny thing is that in these pictures I am literally 3 weeks and 3 days pregnant. Yeah, have you ever heard of anyone finding out that early? I hadn't. But those first response pregnancy tests work pretty well, I guess. I'm not showing at all, obviously. And yeah I'm probably gonna be one of those girls that documents every week of my pregnancy because guess what? I'm excited! So sue me. I hear so many girls complain about their pregnancy on facebook/blogs and I always think its insensitive because there are a lot of women who can't have kids and they'd kill to feel that way. So I'm gonna rejoice every step of the way, not to brag, just to be thankful.

Also, notice my shirt? I bought it at Savers when we were going to France because it was long and baggy and could easily be worn multiple times with a belt and leggings. However, when I got home I didn't like it anymore, so I took in the sides and the sleeves and now I think its the perfect pregnancy shirt. Glad I didn't throw it out!

Coming up next... How we told the family