Oh What a Day...and a Shock!

Even though we'd had our suspicions that I was pregnant (hmmm...let me see - I had "all day," not just "morning," sickness, I was exhausted while doing nothing out of the ordinary, I could sleep from 8 p.m. until 7 a.m. and the two home pregnancy tests were positive),

receiving confirmation from our PCP was a...shocking experience.

Not because Baby Daniel wasn't planned; no, on the contrary - we'd been trying for six months. And not because we weren't happy; no, on the contrary - when we read the first EPT we both filled with excitement and laughed in our silly happiness.

The shock factor was that I was already a month-and-a-half along! The problem is, you go in knowing you're going to get professional testing to indeed prove you're parents and you go in also knowing that you'll have nine whole months to prepare. No sweat.

Then, out of nowhere, that surefire, reassuring knowledge is
succinctly, and rather jarringly, blown out of the water.

You've just been told that, officially, you're parents and oh by the way, you're now down to almost seven months. Like its no big deal.

So, we were shellshocked. I guess we'd better get used to this kind of thing though - so many other well planned notions and well thought-out ideas will also be blown out of the water as we learn and grow as parents.

Admittedly, I'm scared...and all of a sudden very worried about what I am doing and not doing to help the baby grow and develop. Not to mention battling the constant state of nausea. But all-in-all, we're stoked that Baby Daniel is on the way.

So what a day!

If the wedding is the first day of the rest of your lives, the day you find out
your pregnant is the second day of the rest of your lives...and the first day of
the rest of your family life.