We Interrupt Your Regular Programming For This Very Important Announcement

“It doesn't take much to surprise others, but to surprise oneself- now that is a great feat.” ― Kristen Hartley


So in last week's TT I shared that Dann and I might move the wedding up six weeks from October to August 2014 because we don't love the idea of paying $95 per heater. This made many people believe I was pregnant. I don't know why because there would be no point in moving a wedding up six weeks if I was pregnant now.  But we are just considering moving the wedding up to cut a few hundred off of the cost of the wedding.  But...

I am pregnant. 

Yes.  It's a shock and a surprise.  I was late and I thought my body was just dealing with the stress and exhaustion from traveling and  being home for the holidays - Honey Bee's arrival and my best friend's mom dying took it's toll on me and I think everyone could see that when they looked at me.   So when I told Dann to get a test when he was getting dinner on a Monday night, it was just to calm my nerves because there was no way I could be knocked up since I was on the pill.  I had a pain in my stomach all day so I thought it was my appendix more than I ever imagined it being a baby.  By the time Dann got home I already had it in my head that I was going to tell him it was positive.  I'm cruel and I love jokes and Dann's shocked face is probably the best thing I've ever seen.  So, you know, I went into the bathroom with a smirk because this was going to be the funniest thing I've done all week. 

Sometimes, folks, the joke ends up being on yourself. As I was waiting for the result to pop up "Not Pregnant,"  I was reading all of the idiotic questions that came in the instructions.  I was talking to myself making fun of it as I looked down and saw "PREGNANT 3+!"   WHAT THE HECK?! 

I shouted or gasped or something so dramatic that I would annoy myself I saw it on playback. Life does not come with that function.  I went out to Dann.  I couldn't even speak and he said, "You're pregnant?"  and I sobbed.  I sobbed for the next five days because this was not a part of my plan.  I immediately called my sister.  I went to the hospital to get this appendix pain checked out.  They confirmed I was pregnant.  As if the two at home tests didn't confirm it enough.  

My world was up in the air and I was 3,500 miles away from my home, my doctors, and my mom. Yes, I wanted my mom and that is okay. 

So I called my doctor.  Could I even carry a baby? Did I even want to?  Would it be too risky? A simple Monday night, joke gone wrong, turned my whole life upside down.  And I had no control over it.  I love control. I loathe chaos.  We had plans.  We wanted to start our careers, travel, be free for a little while.  But the nurse at the Women's Hospital told me that some things are meant to be.  Really, lady?  Do you really think I want to hear about your philosophy on why unexpected fiascoes arise?  Sorry, friends, sarcasm and humor is how I deal with stress. 

I was terrified.  I still am terrified.  It's a human being.  I am hardly responsible enough to take care of myself, not to mention I'm lazy, impatient, stubborn, and the freest spirit you'll ever know.  I am the one who is "living the dream."  So I think it's okay to be terrified.  I am going to have a constant sidekick along with my part-time sidekick, Jacob.  Wowza!

I confided in friends while waiting to put the words right to the doctor.  Maybe not right but to say it in a manner that wasn't hysterical.  Hysterics is what I was in.  Slowly but surely, I am calming down and beginning to get happy about this. Just think, I have someone totally new to annoy for the rest of its life! On top of that, I have something to hold over Dann's head for the rest of my life.   

So the doctor believes that this baby, Pip, and I will be okay to continue with this pregnancy. 

We will go to Hopkins for a C-Section and I imagine a few hundred times before the baby gets here. 

It won't be easy (surprise, surprise) but I trust that the Universe wouldn't steer me too wrong too many times.  Who knows maybe this Pip of mine will change the world?  It certainly has already changed mine.  I've never known someone to stop me in my tracks until this kid.    

...Of course, I wouldn't rest with saying I'm stopping in my tracks.  I'd be comfortable with yielding though. 

I hope that I am half as good as a mother as my mom is and maybe half as good of an aunt as I am!  My mother is amazing and, let's face it, I am a kickass aunt.  :) 

By this point, I'll have to announce it on Facebook.  I am the only one who hasn't and I'm the mama.  So I hope that all of my family has heard the news from another source than the anti-social networking site.  If you didn't I apologize. I tried my very hardest to let everyone know before it was on Facebook.  News travels fast in a small world.  

Oh... please, if you will, send good juju and positive vibes our way.