I thought it would be fun to share with you dear friends the story of how I told my hubs we were expecting. I love reading other people’s engagement, wedding, baby, and all around any story. I just love it because I feel like it helps me get to know that person even more. So I wanted to let you in on one of our big moments.

Hubs and I have always talked and dreamed about having kids. We are called into kids ministry, so naturally we absolutely adore being surrounded by kiddos. We knew that we really wanted to wait and focus on our marriage and our growing relationship first. We decided we would wait at least a year and talk about it then. It was coming on me being on birth control for two years, and we felt like it was time to stop as that perscription was ending anyways (this was in February). We believed that we would be happy either way, if we were to get pregnant right away, or if we weren’t. We trusted that it was in God’s timing and left it in His hands.

We weren’t neccessarily trying for a little one, but we weren’t preventing it. Still in the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder every month if it would be time for a baby! The first month ends, and I was a little disappointed, but I knew that most couples took up to a year. It was in God’s hands. My body and hormones were a little thrown off from being on birth control that my cycles were all over the place. The first three months were normal, and then it went all crazy after that. The doctor even had to prescribe a pill at one point to help me get jump started after sixty days and a negative pregnancy test. This was a little nerve-racking for me, I mean it would be for any girl I’m sure. Even though we said we weren’t trying for a baby, I couldn’t get the little thought out of my mind. And when my body wasn’t working right, it made me nervous and scared that something could be wrong. I just had to remind myself that God was in control and everything happens in His timing.

Fast forward another few months (now we’re in October). My body had still not regulated, but I just attributed it to the crazy hormones it hoped it would start straightening out. I had come to a place where I felt like my husband and I were right where we needed to be. We were praying about moving, and if that was in God’s plans it probably was not time for a baby just yet. We were settled and at peace with that. Then I realized, I was late. Like approximately going on three weeks late. I was convinced it had to be my body messing up again and was planning on calling the Doctor to see what he said this time around. I figured he would probably test my hormone levels or give me a pill to jump start it again. I knew he would ask me to take a test before coming in so I decided I would take one in the morning and call the Doctor. I didn’t even think about telling my husband I was going to test because I was so sure it would be negative. Remember, we were at peace that God had us right where we were at.

I woke up the next Saturday morning, and sleepily joined my husband on the couch. He was getting ready to leave to run a quick errand, and I was going to stay back and do some things around the house. I had to use the bathroom, so I walked out and decided I would take that test. Almost immediatly there was a positive sign showing up on the screen. I remember standing there staring at the test and saying, “Oh my gosh” over and over again. I was so sure it was going to be negative!!! All I wanted to do was run out of the bathroom screaming and tell my husband. But I knew that I didn’t want to tell him that way. So I waited until I calmed down, walked out of the bathroom, and sat on the couch. I was completely silent, which is totally not me, I am surprised my husband didn’t suspect I was acting weird. I kept asking him when he was leaving, and tried to shoo him out of the house faster so I could think through this. He finally left, and I was sitting there in complete shock. I decided I was going to call my mom. Not exactly how I wanted to tell my mom either, but this was my first baby, I had no idea what I was doing. I was still pretty much convinced that the test had to be wrong.

Well, I called my mom and made sure no one was around her. She was pretty worried about me, and asked what was wrong. Without thinking I blurted out, “Um…I’m pretty sure I just had a positive pregnancy test.” Then my mom starts screaming in excitement. I keep trying to get her to listen because I wanted to tell her I think it had to be wrong. Long story short, she told me to take one more in the morning and let her know. I hung up the phone and decided that I was going to try and wait until I took one more test before telling my husband.

Most. Sleepless. Night. Ever.

The moment my husband crawled out of bed and into the shower I grabbed the test I had hiddden the night before and snuck into the guest bathroom to take it. Positive. Immediatly. I guess this was for real. I didn’t want to tell Chad yet because I wanted time to be excited with him and let him process everything before having to rush off to church. So I had to wait six more hours…longest six hours ever. When we got home I convinced Chad to run to the store for me because my stomach was bothering me and I wanted some soup. To my surprise he went without even asking why!

The store was just ten minutes down the road so I hurried to work. I grabbed all the diapers I had leftover from running a home daycare and emptied out his sock drawer and threw them in there. I made a cute sign and placed it on top of the diapers with the pregnancy tests. I knew my husband would get in there that night to set out clothes for work, but I couldn’t wait that long. So I spent the remainder of the time trying to get my dog to play with a pair of his socks so he would take them from her when he got home. She wouldn’t…good dog….bad timing.

When my husband came home I made up some lame story that the dog found his socks under the couch. Must have fallen when we were folding laundry or something. And just as I expected he grabbed them to take them in the room and put them away, I quietly followed behind him to watch his reaction.

This is the best part!!

He opened the drawer to put his socks away and froze. He stood silently for a whole minute…then asked, “What is this?” I then replied, “It’s a positive pregnancy test. You’re going to be a dad!” He stood there frozen, “Really?” he asked. “Yes!” I shouted and began to cry. He kept asking is this for real over and over again, I assured him it was! He really thought I was playing a joke on him. He said, in shock and excitment, “Wow!” and gave me a huge hug. He had a bunch of questions to ask about what’s next, how far I was, if this is why I was sick, etc. He was very concerened for me, but oh so excited!