And so here we are...
I think anyone could have predicted it this way. We bought a 3 bedroom house for a reason - the timing was just our biggest concern. I did not like having a baby in the middle of winter last time. I felt confined to the house and barely took her out because it was so cold outside most of the time. Plus so many people are sick in the winter, I worried a lot about her or myself catching something.
I knew our next baby would be a spring or summer baby.
In addition to the weather, Ryan has the summers off - so it really made sense to have a baby in the beginning of the summer so that we could spend the first few months with the baby together... But I do realize that God's timing doesn't always coincide with our wants... so planning this was going to be tricky...
We knew that I would go off the pill in June, (it's recommended to go off for 3 months before you start trying) so that's what I did. We tried in August (because a May baby would have been fine - even though June was a better target)... and there were a few reasons it didn't work in August. Firstly, I think my stress level was really high from work, we were not completely sure about my ovulation cycle at that point, and probably quit a little earlier than we should have...
So we tried again in September.
When I knew that it was the day I should expect my period, I woke up at 3am and took a test. I was practically jumping around the bathroom when that very faded pink line showed up!! Ryan and I were like kids on Christmas from about 3am-5am when he had to get up for work!!
From there, we kept going back and forth about how to tell and when to tell our families and my work.
The only people we told at this point were our bffl's Mike and Tricia. Tricia and I found out two weeks prior that we were both trying - so she knew when I was expecting to find out and I knew when she was! (We're due 4 days apart!!)
My boss was really supportive (Summer is really my biggest responsibility time in my position, so although the timing is perfect personally - it's probably the least perfect timing professionally!)
We finally decided that at my half marathon, I would put "Baby's First Race... SURPRISE" on the back of my race number - and after I crossed the finish, I would flip the bib down to reveal our surprise to our families who were all going to be at the finish.
I was 7 weeks pregnant when I ran the half marathon. I was very nervous that my tiredness (because I'm exhausted all the time now) would severely impact my pace - but much to my surprise, I stayed around a 9:30 mile and finished with my best time ever. 2 hours and 4 minutes. I really wanted to beat the 2 hour mark - but I think if I were not pregnant, I could totally do that next time!
My Godmother was the first to see the bib and she immediately started crying... she was so happy for me. She had been so supportive of my race training and it was perfect that she was there. (She'd check in with me almost weekly reminding me that they'd be at the finish and to keep up the good work on my training - I loved the support).
Then my in-laws saw the bib next. My father-in-law didn't read it so my MIL had to fill him in!
My parents were stationed on the opposite side of the finisher alley, so it took them about 15 minutes to come over to our side and when they did, they saw the bib and immediately teared up!! My mom knew something was up because I was not calling her much and was very short on the phone when we did talk - I guess I was afraid I'd spill!!
Everyone came back to our house after the half and we all feasted. Our bffl's Matt and Teresa came over too and we shared the news with them!
It was a perfect day and a perfect way to share the news.
Last Friday we had our first doctor's appointment. The doctor was pretty sure that if I was less than 10 weeks along they'd not be able to find the heartbeat - but lo and behold, after searching for what seemed like forever - they found a very strong heartbeat!! THANK YOU GOD!!!
On Tuesday I had an early ultrasound (too early, they were hoping I was 11 weeks based on finding the heartbeat last week, but alas, I am 10 weeks, just like I thought)... but we didn't care, we were ecstatic to see our peanut. Literally, it looked more like a peanut than a baby but whatever, it's a beautiful peanut with a heartbeat, hands, feet, and a pretty big head!!
We couldn't be happier, Maddie is so excited and she tells me all the time how much she'll help me. This morning she told me that she'd fold the baby's laundry for me... This was while she was scrunching up her laundry "helping" me fold it!
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