A Day to remember...

No, Im not preggers again. I know the picture can be misleading, but I promise there is no bun in this oven.

Today marks exactly 1 year that Luke and I found out that we were going to have a baby. I never mentioned how we found out, so in honor of this notable day, here is the full story...

*Warning! This is a bit lengthy, so if you don't make it to the end then just know that I'm okay with that.

It all started on this first dreadful week of February. Luke and I were house sitting Lester and Archie (the dog and cat) that week. I was at work on a Monday morning opening mail at my specific machine. That particular day we were bombarded with payments and usually on those days, we're on our machine until around 1 or 2, so, we usually get lunch brought to us. They usually ask what we want to eat, but since we were so busy they didn't that time. I was sitting listening to some music and going about my business when I suddenly felt that I was gonna hurl. My work had ordered some pizza from Papa Johns and so the room was filled with the strong aroma of bread, meat and the worst thing ever...ONIONS! I remember putting my head down on the machine and feeling sick...you know that kind of sick where you feel like your stomach and its contents are either going to rush out your mouth or butt??? I thought it was so strange that this smell was making me sick because I love Papa Johns Pizza. Weird! Anyway, my friend Cami walked by and I told her that I was feeling sick and that the pizza smell was completely disgusting me. The thought did occur to me that I could possibly be pregnant so I did a quick calculation in my head to see if that was even possible...I didn't think it was possible, but boy, if there was ever a time in my life that I was SO wrong, it was then. With that thought in the back of my head, I talked to Luke that night about what happened at lunch time and asked him if he thinks that I should take a test. He said yeah if you have one then why not. I did have an extra pregnancy so I said that I would the following morning. For those of you that don't know, Luke and I had been trying for 3 years and were about to take further tests to see if fertility treatments were going to be necessary. Taking a pregnancy test was nothing new to us and I think that we mainly wanted to do it this time just so that we could once again see that we weren't pregnant, deal with our disappointment and move on with our lives hoping that the next time it would work. Every time I took a test and found out that the results were negative, my heart would break and so this time, like many before, I was just rushing to get it over with. That night Luke went up to spend the night with the animals and I stayed home with Moose. The following morning (02/05/08) I woke up late, as usual, and remembered that I had to take the test. Of course I had to pee really bad, as I usually have to in the mornings, but I had to let Moose out too. I was about to just pee and then take him out, but then that would mean that I would have to wait until the next day to take the test (since they recommend to do it in the morning). So, I was trying to unwrap that blasted test while doing the pee dance. Afterwards, I threw that test on the counter (as shown in the picture) and ran to let my poor Moose out...who I'm sure was doing a little pee dance of his own. I thought, ok, I'll check it after I let Moose back in. So, after he came in, I went into the bathroom and studied the instructions for the results. You would think that by this time I would have mastered that, but sadly I hadn't. When I saw that little plus sign in the window of that plastic stick, I about passed out! I looked at the stick and then back at the instructions trying to figure out why it was showing as positive. I got the test and the instructions and held them side by side to make sure that I wasn't reading that thing wrong. I wasn't. I was definitely pregnant!!! So many emotions instantly came over me. I think I jumped up and down first and clasped my hands smiling and making some sort of giddy sounds. Then the tears came and finally, I said a quick prayer thanking my Father in Heaven for this long awaited miracle. Afterwards, I called Luke and of course he didn't answer. With all this excitement I had completely forgotten that I was late for work. I hurried and finished getting ready...calling Luke in between pulling my hair back and brushing my teeth and STILL, he wouldn't answer. I left for work that day in daze, knowing that my life would never be the same again and that everything I did from then on was not just for me, but it was for me and our baby. I think I even slowed down and was extra careful driving to work that day. SO, I pulled up to my usual spot at work and rushed to get in the building when Luke finally called back. I couldn't answer inside at work so I stayed in the car making me even more late. I answered and he said "Uh hey." I said hey back and for the first time since we had been dating I didn't know what to say. Luke said "So what is this on the bathroom counter?" I said " Uh I think we're going to have a baby." It was a very calm moment on Lukes part, as though maybe he were in a bit of shock himself. Anyway, the rest of our short conversation consisted of Luke reminding me to call the doctor to let her know what was going on and to see what I needed to do from that point on. We quickly said our "I love yous" as well as expressed how excited we were and I went about the rest of my day trying not to let the excitement burst out my pours. I called the doctor that day and was actually surprised that they weren't going to be able to see me until after I was about 10 weeks along. I thought that was strange, but then later found out that it was the normal procedure. The worst part about this (not that it was even bad) was not being able to tell all my family and friends right away. I did, however, hint here and there, but no one seemed to pick up on what I was saying. We wanted to wait until after our first doctors appointment to share our exciting news. That afternoon when I finally saw Luke, It was the best thing ever. We were finally getting the one thing that we had always wanted, a baby!
To this day the smell of Papa Johns pizza still brings back Strong vivid memories...some of the best memories ever that I will never forget and will always Cherish!

Life with Luke and Oliver is better then I could have ever imagined. I love my guys so much and I am so lucky that we get to share our lives with one another. Thank you for being my best friends and loving me as much as you do.