Time to let the baby out of the bag.

Just as I was growing concerned that my blog may soon stagnate, material presented itself. One could easily tire of my inane ramblings in regards to shoes, tattoos, and any other random subject about which I feel the need to overly express myself. Alas, over the next 30+ weeks my readers can join me as I blaze trails in my newest fashion frontier: Maternity Wear.

Yes, it's true! B and I are expecting our first child around October 21st, and my enraged hormones can guarantee copious amounts of overly dramatic stories and opinions as my mind and body adapt to this radical, yet welcomed, change.

Our first humorous narrative begins with us finding out.

On the afternoon of Sunday, February 13th (my birthday), B and I returned home after a lovely birthday luncheon with our friends. I was SICK! Not of my friends; no, they are, as mentioned, lovely. Waxing suspicious, I decided to take a cheap-o Dollar Tree pg test, which resulted in the following image:

At this point you would assume that B and I could be witnessed jumping around in an excited manner. We were, however, bent over the bathroom counter scrutinizing this seemingly dubious test, wearing concerned, analytical expressions.

What does this faint line indicate? Is it a mere evaporation line? Should I invest any actual emotion into this result? Can it tell me the gender too?

Not yet believing my eyes, I called my mother and sister for more experienced, learned observation. After texting a pic to them, Juliana confirmed that this was quite similar to the result she produced upon discovering that she was pregnant with Cade.

"But can she be trusted?" my fevered mind queried. "Rachel! Yes, I'll send a pic to Rachel! She'll know for certain!" Fully believing that my sister-in-law, who has two children with a third on the way, would be able to crack the pg test code, I quickly texted her the picture noting the level of faintness of the test line and professing my doubt. She countered with "That's not faint. That's BEAUTIFUL!"

Hmmmm? Could it be that both of these mothers were correct? Was this an authentic, reliable positive?

Still doubting the obvious, I retested again the next morning, for fear that my body was playing a cruel prank on me.

 Results:

The same.

Although I was quite convinced at this point, I much preferred to acquire some sort of test that would allow me to pee on a stick, which would then result in a small elf springing forth and proclaiming that I was, in fact, pregnant. The closest thing I could find was a digital test.

Results:

So there we have it. No pregnancy-proclaiming elves but a pretty clear indicator, nonetheless.
I went to my first appointment last Wednesday, and while it was too early to witness a heartbeat, my doctor confirmed that all was developing well, and he was also able to point out the yolk sac. I'll return in a couple of weeks to confirm the heartbeat as well as a due date.

As for now, I'm six weeks along and vomit-free. Any nay-sayers out there, who feel the need to tell me that I will encounter retched morning sickness in the coming weeks, I dare you to challenge me in my current emotional state.

You. Will. Lose. I will make you cry.

I'm definitely feeling the pregnancy with nausea and headaches included, but if this is as bad as it gets, that would be a HUGE blessing. The idea of projectile vomiting on a student...or his/her parent...(although enticing) just stresses me out. So B and I are sincerely praying that my current state of baby sickness is as bad as it gets.

Regardless of potential projectile vomit and impending weight gain, B and I are ecstatic and so thankful to the Lord for blessing us with this new season in our lives.

Please, keep us in your prayers!