Midwest Mommin'

I wish there was a more exciting storyline, but there’s not; I just had a feeling. My fiancé and I have been together since 2014, got engaged in April 2017, had a nice 3 bedroom rental house, two dogs and each had a career. I was on the pill and had been for years. I had just hit the sugar pills of my last pack, and was due for a refill. Not long before this, Baby Fever hit me HARD. Apparently it hit my fiancé too because we both agreed if a baby were to happen, we would be happy. Because of that conversation not long before this, I decided not to refill my pills. Basically, we weren’t actively trying but not taking preventatives either. Neither of us thought it would take virtually no time at all to get pregnant. Until it did. I think I was off the pill for MAYBE 3 months, and that’s pushing it. So in late February 2019, I find myself in the bathroom, pee sitting in a cup on the counter and two types of tests, one digital and one pink-dye. Now, the only symptom I had were tender breasts. And I mean TENDER! The water from the shower couldn’t hit them, they hurt so bad. When that happened, I knew I needed to test. I stuck the sticks in, counted to 5 and waited. When I got the two positive results, I gasped. I then looked at myself in the mirror, waiting for tears, or screams, or shaking. None of that happened. Now that doesn’t mean I wasn’t excited because boy was I! I think I just knew deep down I was pregnant so the confirmation wasn’t a shock. Then I got anxious, how was I going to tell my finacé?! I’ve seen all these adorable videos on YouTube where the wives do elaborate things to share the news to their husbands, would I do something like that? As much as I would have loved to take a couple days to plan something super special and detailed, I am just too impatient. I’m the type of person who will have you open your Christmas gifts days early because I can’t wait to see your reaction. I decide to run to Walmart to see what I can throw together in the 2 hours I had before he was scheduled to be home. I go to the baby section, stunned to even be there and praying I don’t run into someone I know. I see a blanket with a fox on it, I don’t even look at anything else, that is it. I love foxes, my fiancé knows this, a fox blanket is so me. I rush home and wait for him to get there. When he does, he goes to our bedroom to change, I come in and say something like “look what I found today, I just had to have it” and I hand him the blanket. His first reaction was “we dont need another blanket”, which might be true, I may have a slight problem with blankets. He follows it up with “it’s cute with the fox but it’s a baby blanket, we don’t have a baby”. I start to smile uncontrollably and whip out the two tests from my back pocket and say, “yes we do”. His face shot into a smile and his cheeks started to tremble, “really? You’re serious? You’re pregnant?” I’m now crying at this point so all I can manage to do is nod my head. He grabs the tests, looks at the results and basically tackles me into the bed (we were standing right next to it, so my knees more so gave out and we fell). After he let’s go, he says I should take two more tests, just to be sure. to be sure. You know, because the result would TOTALLY change (haha). I laugh and say “I don’t think the results will be any different” but I do it anyway and come back with two more strong positives. We were so excited, nervous, anxious and shocked all at the same time. Could we afford a baby? Could we manage our time between our jobs, the dogs, each other and the baby? What will our parents think? So many questions were running through our heads but we were given a sense of calm because, even at 4 weeks and some days by my calculations, we already had so much love for this tiny human. And nothing was going to change that.