As a warning, the next few posts are going to be a “what’s been going on the past 3 months” – it could get pretty boring for some of you and is mostly centered on my 1st trimester sucking…but I hear that’s par for the course. Feel free to look at the photos and skip the writing. I really wanted to chronicle this time in our lives for, well, later in our lives.  

At Mackenzie and Cole’s wedding I had a few drinks. They were well deserved, I need to relax drinks. I had been going non-stop for a few weeks and the wedding was the culmination of many tasks for me. Though I hadn’t had an alcoholic beverage in awhile, I was still shocked at how quickly I felt lightheaded. That didn’t stop me from dancing like a fool or hogging the photo booth pretty much the entire night.

We had such a great time at the wedding and didn’t want it to end so we snagged a few coupley friends of ours and headed back to our house for some fun and games. We played Catch Phrase and Cards Against Humanity – both of which we highly recommend – and called it a night sometime around midnight. (We’re serious party people, can’t you tell?) Two hours later I was welcoming the cold of the porcelain God himself, our toilet.

That’s when I’d say I knew. However, my Aunt Flo wasn’t due for a few more weeks and it was easy to let myself fall into a routine of Halloween sweets and quick dinners.

To be clear, my Aunt was never late. Ever. So at 1 day late I was itching and at 2 days late I had to tell someone. Mackenzie and Cole invited us over for dinner so she and I got to talking. At the time, she was 10 weeks pregnant so she got excited. I told her to forget about it and I’d let her know when I had any news to share.

3 full days late, 4:50AM on a Thursday morning, I could barely see through sleepy eyes but I couldn’t sleep a second longer. Almost instantly,

I giggled like a school girl and wondered if I should wake up Jerry to tell him or if I should let him sleep b/c I sure wasn’t going to or should I make a cute video or have a scavenger hunt or check Pinterest for a million ways to tell your husband you’re pregnant?

I crawled back into bed with a smile on my face that I couldn’t wipe off for a million bucks and whispered his name at the first movement he made. He was awake enough to hear the news:

I’m pregnant.