Oh shit…

Oh god, I’m pregnant.

I would be lying if I said that seeing those two lines didn’t completely freak me out. To be quite honest, I took a pregnancy test to prove to myself that I wasn’t actually pregnant, and that I was just being paranoid. 

The day I found out I was pregnant, I was only a day late for my period—ONE. WHOLE. DAY. That’s it. I’d only ever been late once before, and it was, according to my doctor, due to stress. Was I stressed this time? Sure, I’m always stressed. However, nothing would prepare me for the stress of a million thoughts and emotions running through me at once, in a second, while I stood there in the bathroom looking down at a test that I was SO SURE was going to tell me that I wasn’t pregnant. 

Now I also had to figure out how to tell Kane, and he was due to come home in 10 minutes. 

I ran through different scenarios in my head, and tried to think of cute ways of telling him, or leaving the test in his drawers for him to find, but in the end, I did what I thought was most appropriate for the situation: I blurted out “I’m pregnant.” while we were going about our nightly routine of getting changed and asking each other about our days. Poor guy didn’t know what hit him.

After some nervous laughter, a hug, a kiss, and a stiff drink (for him, not me), I got to making a doctor’s appointment for the very next day.

We’d been talking about kids for a while, but decided that we wouldn’t necessarily “try” for one, but instead, just see what happens and hope for the best. Well, we have now seen what happens, and what happened is I got pregnant. WE ARE HAVING A BABY!