babyblag 3

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August 1, 2011

July has come and gone. I can’t believe such a significant month in my life trickled away so quickly.

Two weeks ago I rolled out of bed at the same time as Brent. This rarely doesn’t happen during the summer. But I wanted him--needed him--there. I dug through the closet where I had placed the pregnancy test back in June, read the instructions, and performed the steps necessary. I snapped the lid on and laid it on the countertop. I looked at the clock. Two minutes crawled by. I glanced back at the test window. There was a definite horizontal line, but I was waiting for that vertical line to cut a perpendicular mark through it to form the plus sign.

The time had come. I held the test up to the light and there it was. Very faint, but there none the less. I showed it to Brent without saying anything. He looked at me and smiled. “I don’t know if that is really a line?”

“Kels, it is. You’re pregnant!”

We hugged [and washed our hands after holding the test, don’t worry]. We smiled. I resisted the urge to call everyone I knew. Then Brent left for work and I crawled back into bed. [There really isn’t much that can keep me from sleeping, I mean, my mom had to wake me up on my wedding day because I just kept sleeping. ]

I had to go to the store that day so I threw a few more pregnancy tests in my cart just to make sure. I waited until the next morning and took another one. This one was even more clear.

I was pregnant. I AM pregnant. It is like I am carrying this tiny little secret around inside of me and I’m about to burst. I went out to lunch with mom the day I took the second test. Of course, baby names came up during the course of our conversation. I wanted to tell her so badly, but Brent and I have decided to wait until after my first doctor’s appointment to tell our family. August 30th seems like forever away.

Two days after we found out I left for a cruise to Alaska. I went with my good friend, Micah, and struggled through NINE whole days of not telling her. I fought sea sickness and now am struggling to regain my land-legs...or maybe I’m just dizzy and nauseas because I’m pregnant? I’m not sure. However, I took another test when I got home, just because I needed to see those two lines again.

And I do know this: I am tired. I am a bit emotional. And I am extremely happy. I couldn’t stop smiling while I made the appointment with my doctor today.

I don’t have an official due date, but by my calculations I will most likely have the baby around the first of April. Wow, are our lives about to change!