On Friday, December 22nd I woke up, went to Dunkin Donuts for an iced coffee and then spent the morning at home—wrapping Christmas presents for Daniel, rearranging decorations, and breaking down big cardboard boxes from all the furniture we’d ordered in the past month. My mom came over at 11:30 to bring us a festive little sleigh for our front stairs, and a wreath for our light post out front. We talked about our meal for Christmas Day, and she gave me advice of where to put this and where to hang that. We talked about the gifts we wanted to wrap for Victoria and gave Dee Dee bites of the frosted sugar cookies I’d made with my my best friend Kate and sister-in-law Rachel the Sunday before. Around 1, she left. “Should we take a pregnancy test?,” I asked Daniel. We had taken one three days prior—5 days before my next period was due to arrive. It was the first month we tried for a baby, so when that test came out negative, we were down but not altogether deflated. I was aware that there was still a chance I could be pregnant, but I sensed that his wasn’t going to be our month.
Until it was.
We followed the directions—I peed in a cup, we dunked the applicator for a count of five Mississippi, and then we waited. We have an agreement that neither of us will peek and that we have to see it together. Three minutes later we walked into the bathroom to check. +YES
We screamed, jumped up and down, cheered, and then cried big, sappy, happy tears. We are so excited for this sweet baby to get here in September and also shocked and unbelievably grateful that we were able to get pregnant so quickly. The past three months have been a nauseous, exhausting rollercoaster ride, but thankfully I’m just now starting to feel human again at 12 weeks. Soon I’ll be sharing a first trimester recap for anyone interested! I’m so excited to share this journey with you <3