What? When?

I’m sure you all know by now. Myke and I will be parents in October 2017. Writing that is still hard to believe and I have to pinch myself to keep me from thinking I’m dreaming. When we started telling people that we were pregnant, many people had the same questions and the same reactions.

The first reaction from our friends was FINALLY. Many people were literally counting down until we were going to become parents. Every time I held a baby or said hello to parents, everyone would ask when I was going to start having kids. My response was always the same, eventually. That’s all people needed to know at the time. To be honest, I was always a little bothered when that’s all people would ask me. I had known many women who wanted to have children more than anything in the world and there were some obstacles they had to overcome. You never know what someone is going through, so I’m always careful when I ask or pry. When we hit year 4 of marriage, we got asked a little more frequently and people joked around with us a lot more.

Even before we got married we always said that we would wait for kids until we were married 5 years. His parents were married for 5 years before they had him and my parents were married 7 years before having my sister, so we had grown up with that. 5 years seemed like nice time because we would have been married for a while, have jobs (hopefully), and feel like we were somewhat ready to bring someone into this world.

Right before our 5th anniversary, we brought up the subject again and we decided to let it happen. A couple months before I had felt that God was telling me to let go of my control. At first I didn’t know what he meant, but then I realized what he was really telling me. I had been controlling it for so long, which isn’t bad, but it was just time. Little did I know what that really meant.

One day in January, I came home to Myke, who wasn’t working at the time, and as he was getting dinner ready I told him I was exhausted and so tired and had been for a couple weeks. He asked if I should take a pregnancy test. I had mentioned a few days before that I was late, but honestly didn’t think anything of it. I told him I didn’t think so, I wasn’t feeling anything weird or different, so what would be the point? He asked if he would do it just for him and I said sure. He went out and bought a test and I proceeded to take said test. There were two in the box, so round one came back positive, but with an error message. I remember thinking, yeah there’s an error, it says pregnant. Apparently you can pee on a stick wrong because according to the instructions, I did. So I took test number two. I cannot tell you how quick that plus came up and I remember thinking, holy crap.

I showed Myke, we hugged and he whispered in my ear, we going to be parents.

We told our parents a couple weeks later and I guess you can say the rest is history.

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