How it all began..

March 5th, 2015

I was eight days late for my period.  I had been tracking my period since I went off of the pill so I could figure out when my natural cycle was in balance again.  I'd wondered in passing what if and could I be? but we had just gotten back from a trip to Seattle the week before.  A trip in which I drove from Seattle to Salt Lake straight, all 15 hours, so I figured that contributed to a thrown off cycle.  I also was feeling undervalued at my work which caused me monumental stress and had finally decided to put in my two week's notice, which I thought also might have contributed.  I kept telling myself that 7 days was reasonable, and I could give my body 7 days to get back in check from everything, but if I hit 8 days then needed to know because something was going on.

After work I bought a dollar store pregnancy test and waited to meet Mitch so I could tell him my thoughts.  It came back positive.  There's such a thing as a false positive, right? We drove to the supermarket and bought a nicer pregnancy test.  You know, the ones that not only tell you "pregnant" or "not pregnant" in writing but they also tell you how far along you might be?  I ran to the supermarket bathroom after buying it and took the test.  "Pregnant" lit up before I could button my pants up, and "2-3 weeks" showed up soon after.

That night was a whirlwind of emotions, but we decided to keep calm until we had confirmation from a doctor.  That confirmation came the next morning.  We told our families that weekend and were met with nothing but support and excitement, and to be honest it was kind of contagious for me.

Fast forward a few weeks and we had digested the fact that we were going to become parents and although we were sad that it meant we had to give up our summer of travelling without jobs, and no longer ending the summer with a semi-spontaneous move to Washington, we were elated.  What a great adventure is in store for us!