I wish I had a really neat "how we found out story."
I had always thought I would tell me husband in some super cute way, surprise him somehow, something memorable.
Well, all of those cute Pinterest ideas aren't always reality.
No matter how you discover this type of life-changing news it will always be memorable.
In March I had decided to go off my birth control, and we spent all of April a part because Jacob was on TDY and I went to visit my family.
We were finally back home together in May, and spent our time enjoying spring in Italy.
We didn't give much thought to babies, and certainly didn't think that we had made one that month.
It was the first Sunday in June, and we were running errands on base.
I felt this odd feeling that I can only describe as similar to cramps, but not nearly as bad and it didn't last as long. I would just feel it every so often, and then it would go away.
I wasn't supposed to start my period for another 4-5 days, so having any type of menstrual related cramps at that point just didn't make sense for me.
I'm pretty in tune with my body, and something just felt "off."
Later that day when we were home I went to go take a shower. I happened to have a pregnancy test, and thought what the heck?
I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom, so I gave it a shot.
Apparently I was wrong and barely had to go to the bathroom at all.
When I looked at the pregnancy stick it didn't appear that I had gone enough to activate anything.
I tossed it back in it's box with intentions to throw it out after my shower, then forgot about it.
A couple of hours later I was doing some cleaning around the house and saw the box. I grabbed it to throw it out, but for some reason looked inside the box at the test.
Low and behold, there were two little pink lines staring back at me.
I was in a state of shock.
Not just because the test indicated that I was pregnant, but because I didn't know if it was correct.
Pregnancy tests are supposed to be read within 5 minutes of being used, and it had been a good hour or two (maybe longer).
I wondered if it was really negative, but turned positive after sitting there for so long.
I HAD to take another test.
I needed to know if I was pregnant or not right that second.
I paced around upstairs by myself for a good 10-15 minutes trying to figure out what to do.
My husband was in the office doing homework, and had no clue I had even taken a test earlier that day.
There was no way I could just "sneak" out of the house and run to base to purchase another test. I debated running out the door and saying "Be back soon! I'll explain later!" but knew Jacob would want to know what was going on.
So I pulled myself together, and went to tell him what was up.
According to my husband, I was wide-eyed and shaking when I walked into the room, and he had no idea what on earth was going on.
I slowly pulled out the test and said "um, I don't know if this is correct or not..."
I can't think of a less romantic way to break the news.
I then proceeded to explain the situation. After looking over the instructions on the box and doing a little googling, we both headed to base to get another test.
After all, it was the only way to be sure.
I downed a whole of bottle water during the trip, so I definitely had to go by the time we got home.
I immediately took the test again.
Two little pink lines appeared, clear as day.
I don't know why, but for SOME reason I still was not convinced.
Call me crazy.
I showed Jacob the test, and he couldn't understand why I didn't believe I was pregnant.
I think part of me was shocked. I wasn't expecting the pregnancy test to be positive, I had sort of taken it on a whim.
I didn't think it would happen so quickly. I think part of me was afraid of getting too excited, and then coming to find out that it really wasn't true.
There were so many mixed emotions.
I was beyond ecstatic about it, but I just wanted to be sure I was really pregnant first.
After all, I didn't feel pregnant. It was all really surreal.
I also felt badly about the way everything had just gone down.
This wasn't the special moment I had planned out in my head.
That wasn't the way I pictured sharing the news with my husband.
As stupid as it sounds, part of me felt like I had let him down.
The next morning I took yet another test.
Once again, I found two more pink lines staring up at me.
Since we are at an overseas base, things work a little differently. Everything is done at the base hospital, and the only time you are seen at the Women's Clinic part of the hospital is if you are in fact pregnant.
I had to first check-in at the "general health" desk, where they ordered me a pregnancy test. I then had to go over to the lab where I took the pregnancy test.
After waiting for a bit, I was taken into a room with a nurse who told me that I was indeed pregnant.
It was at that point that I finally let myself believe it.
At the end of the day, it doesn't matter how you find out.
This will always be a special and memorable moment in our lives, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Do you have any good "how you found out stories?"
Did anyone else have a hard time believing they were actually pregnant?