Well, as we come around to Nyla's first birthday, I better recount the night we found out we were pregnant so that it's documented somewhere for our girl in the future.
June 2010 was a big month for us. We moved to Lincoln City, both of us started new jobs, and we were loving living next to the ocean. Paul and I had been trying to get pregnant for over a year and it wasn't happening at all. There were a few false hopes, months where my period was late, but when those tests came back negative, I was devastated. I cannot accurately describe my sadness when we weren't pregnant. But Lincoln City was a new place for us and a new beginning! Who knew what could happen?
As we started into July, I started waking up in the middle of the night for a week straight feeling like dog doo. I literally had to talk myself out of barfing on Paul next to me. Seven nights in a row of nausea and fully-focused deep breathing. I would have thought something of it, but the nausea just disappeared.
A week later, my breasts were so sore. Okay, there's sore like there's a bruise on you; this soreness was ridiculous. I was almost in tears. That's right, I was ready to cry over my boobs. You would have thought I would have started picking up on these little changes in my body, but no. I think I was in denial and not wanting to get my hopes up. Then the tell-tale signs started showing: no period, nails growing extra fast and strong, senses heightened. I think inside, I knew I was pregnant.
Paul wanted me to take a test, but I couldn't do it. I just couldn't face a negative again. Even though I had a strong inkling I was pregnant, I didn't want to even consider being wrong. But Paul came home one night with tests and we decided to go for it.
I wouldn't let Paul in the bathroom with me. Before I went in, I told him, "Okay, let's prepare for a negative." Do you know that three minutes is a very long time when waiting for a pregnancy test to turn? At first, the negative line started to show. I felt the tears, I felt the desperation, I felt the depression coming.
And then my world flipped as the plus sign started to show through.
"Paul, give me that box." He says he knew right then. Talk about your world changing in an instant! For me, it was like the whole world tilted, everything was different immediately. I think we ended up taking seven tests over a few days just to be sure, since the doctor only saw pregnant women after 10 weeks.
When we told our families, we were about seven weeks along. The rest is history. 33 weeks flew by (except for the last three or four), and now here we are. Our babygirl is almost 1 and life is sweet.
*Now y'all. Don't be getting your hopes up about us having another one anytime soon. Everyone can pump their brakes about that.
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