25 weeks and counting

This week we have hit the 3rd Trimester mark. Luckily, I am still pretty enamored with the idea of being pregnant. I hear/read that will change, but as of right now, I still love just sitting there feeling her move around and I get a kick out of my belly when I dont have to bend over or look at my toes.

I did realize however that we did not tell how we found out that we were going to be parents. The whole "hush hush" thing until reaching the, "week 12, miscarriage chances dropping to 2% thing".

I took pregnancy tests probably every other week and if they said negative, I usually thought they were wrong. I always felt like I was pregnant. I had been off birth control for a while because of migraines. But who am I kidding, even before going off it I thought I was pregnant daily.

After our emergency run to the ER we were left stressed and tired, so when I was late, I didnt think about it. I was late the month before and all it meant was a UTI. I was working and saying how something sounded super delicious. That is when it started. "YOU'RE PREGNANT!" The jokes didnt stop all night. Asking if I was late and what not. I work with a bunch of moms haha. The nurse told me they had pregnancy tests and I should take one right then. I didnt think I was, but IF I was, I could not find out without Jameson.

Ironic moment: One of my "other mothers" Mary Scannell had just commented on my facebook asking if my status meant that I was pregnant and I adamantly told her "no!".

I went home and fell asleep. Upon waking up I told Jameson about all the women at work making fun of me saying I was pregnant. He said I could take a test but I vehemently told him 'no' because I was sick of buying all the tests and wasting money, I was never getting positives! He shrugged it off.

MAYBE 10 minutes went by and I caved. I had to know. So, I grabbed my magic wand and went to the bathroom. Jameson came and stood in the door. I'm not a very shy person but I got stage fright and kicked him out. Suddenly I couldn't do it. I was so scared that I could not be! Jameson told me to relax, said it wasn't a big deal and to just do it. So, I tried again. (TMI moment) I couldn't make myself do it, so I grabbed a little cheap-o rice scooper cup we had and pee'ed in that so I wouldn't mess up... It has been thrown away.

I hadn't even pulled it out when a big ol' PLUS sign appeared. I called Jameson in and held it up. We were both kinda shocked. I was the first to state the obvious with a simple, "we're having a baby"! He, very manly said "You have to let it sit for 3 minutes." I laughed and said it wasn't like it was going anywhere. We waited and it didnt. I took another one. Same result.

That is when we panicingly called both sets of parents. No answer. We couldn't start telling siblings without parents knowing first, so we went to church. I made it through Sacrament... before running back outside to call parents again.

We tried all through church.

We tried through dinner.

We tried all day...

FINALLY! We got through!

Jameson's parents were ecstatic to find out they'd be becoming Grandparents while in India (excited about the baby, not so much that they'd miss her entrance to the world).

My parents were THRILLED to still be alive for when I started reproducing (something about them thinking they are old and making death jokes, SO NOT 'okay' by the way).

So there it is. It is long, but, seeing as no one comments on our blog anymore (equalling, no one reads it (thanks Ken for that translation that Jameson now quotes)) I figured I wanted it immortalized for future posterity, so I'd write it out.

Grow on little Ranck, we're excited for your debut!