I am so nervous. I am so scared. I'm afraid to tell Mr. H because I don't know how he's going to respond. I want him to be happy. I want him to love this baby as much as I already do. I hope he's not mad at me. Why would he be mad at me? That's crazy. But how do I tell him?
I'm not quite sure if the test is 100% accurate though because it's expired. But I don't have my car so I can't go get another one. But it has to be right, right? My boobs are swollen and they hurt and those are signs of a pregnancy. Besides my period is late, it has to be right, right? I have another test, maybe I should test again...but it's expired too. damnit!
a few hours later...
Mr. H is home and I told him the good news. He thought it was good news too. We cried and held each other while we thought of the future. We are ecstatic although we are both scared and don't know what to expect. We have a long way to go still. It will be a tough few months but they will be filled with joy, I'm sure of it.
But just in case this test was wrong and I am not pregnant, I had Mr. H pee on the extra pregnancy test. I thought if his says he's pregnant than they are bunk, but his read negative. So I am indeed pregnant! Now I have to go call the doctor to make my first OB appointment. I'm going to be a mom and I am overwhelmed with emotion. I have been blessed and I am elated beyond belief.
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This was 2 years ago- Memorial Day 2006. Sorry to get your hopes up.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Memorial Day Surprise
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I about had a heartattack.
Isn't it crazy how we thrive on those moments in the lives of our babies because they are the only moments that we have? I'm willing to bet that women of living baby's have no idea the date that they got the positive HPT. I celebrate those days too. Every Febuary 9th and October 4th, I celebrate as the days that I fell in love for the first times.
Girl, you are so in trouble! I had chills and now I am really disappointed for you.
Hang in there. In my heart I believe I believe you are a mom already, but that someday you will get to raise your little one too.
OH MY....I STOPPED BREATHING..TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.EMAIL ME IF YOU NEED TO TALK SHOOT I HAVE UNLIMITED LONG DISTANCE GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER AND POOR IT ALL OUT.SENDING LOTS OF PRAYERS YOUR WAY.
this made me happy, then sad. i look forward to reading your happy news when it happens.
I don't think I'd have the strength to reed my thoughts and hopes from a year ago.
Ditto exactly what Rachel said.
dang it. I wrote one comment and then went back and saw the very bottom of your post ....noting it was from 2 yrs ago. :( I didnt see that the first time.
I am thinkin' about you and sending hugs your way.
Even though we just had coffee and you told me that Memorial Day was the anniversary of you finding out you were pregnant with Sam.. like thirty minutes ago, I too thought this was from today. For a second I was the happiest person in the world. I will be someday, when I hear the news that you are pregnant again. Check that, I'll be the third happiest person on the world after you and Sam. I'm with you till that time and after.
Oh, how I hoped...I'm so sorry.
I'm just so sorry.
Well, I was so happy, strike that, ELATED for you....till I got to the bottom. Now I'm depressed.
Let's have a for real one soon....OK.??
YOU ARE JUST MEAN! I was truly excited for you. Ahhh...I hope I see a post like that on all our blogs very soon!
Ditto to EXACTLY what Becky wrote. March 30th and October 30th...those are my days to celebrate falling in love from the very first instant. We will have that again...and then have we will probably have new dates - the ones when we brought our babies home.
Can't wait for that to be true for you. xoxo
I was so excited for a few seconds....I think my heart may have stopped and I was about to pick up the phone to call you and decided to finish reading and then I got to the bottom...your time will come and we will all be here for you. Let me know if you need anything...sorry I am just not that great with words.
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