It was a warm Friday morning in August when I found out I was pregnant. I had the day off and I had a doctor’s appointment, an eye appointment, some errands to run, and hair appointment. A list of pretty ordinary things.
Your dad and I had been trying to get pregnant for a while, so I had an ultrasound just to make sure everything was okay. I had no idea what was waiting for me. Almost immediately the nurse said “Well I have news for you…do you see that?”. I did. I saw a tiny round circle that looked like a chickpea. I knew what that had to mean, but I needed her to say it.
“Your trying worked.”
Then there were tears. Lots of them. It’s hard to explain how you were both planned and a surprise at the same time. It took us a year, and I had started telling myself it would be just a bit longer. But that was not the case. I look back and I think I’m lucky because there were no pink lines, no wondering – there you were.
I left the doctor’s appointment in a daze with a crazy smile on my face, and suddenly my list of things to do for the day had changed. This is a theme when you have a baby, it seems. I wanted to get a University of Houston onsie to tell your dad the big news. But I had a lot of learning to do, so I also stopped to get our first of many pregnancy books.
I still had the eye appointment. I went home and took a nap, because all of sudden I had a good reason behind why I was so tired and I felt like we deserved some rest.
I still had my hair appointment. I loved that because it was a nice treat, but I also got a pretty new style, and it was a nice way to start this journey. Plus it helped move the time along as I counted the hours down before your dad got home and I could tell him about you.
The ultrasound was in a small box with the UH onsie I picked up as I sat on the couch waiting to see the right car pull in. Listened as the footsteps came up the stairs, and tried to hold my phone so I could video this big reveal but not give it away. Your dad opened his box. There more tears of joy, more laughing and lots of asking “really?!”.
We went to eat Chinese food after that, which might be totally unmemorable if it weren’t for the fortune in your dads cookie:
That night it rained really hard. We took this as good news. It also poured on our wedding day. It rained on our first anniversary too. We’re no strangers to a little storm, we’ve been told it means good luck.