One year ago. One year ago today I found out you were in my tummy. I stumbled out of bed at 3:58am and made an odd, last-minute decision to go to the bathroom down the hall and pee on the stick. I had absolutely no reason to do it. We'd been trying for over a year and nothing felt promising or different about that morning. But I half-heartedly reached into my stash and did it. Sat on the bathroom floor for the long 5 minute wait and checked on Facebook. My hubby was still working overnights at the time, so it was just me. At 4:04am, my world was completely rocked off-center. In 18 months of trying I'd never even gotten a second line. I was, in every sense of the word, in shock. What do I do now? Drive to the hospital? Probably overkill. Go back to sleep? Yeah right. Call Tim? No, if it was true I wanted that moment to be special. I'd wait 38 long hours before I'd tell him. I just sat in bed for 2 hours in wonder...and still some shock. I thought about how my pregnancy would unfold, how we'd tell our friends and family, what birth would be like, what friends he or she would have growing up, attending kindergarten graduation and high school graduation, his or her wedding, and what kind of future spouse and parent Tim and I would raise. Eventually I told 1 of my friends that morning, because how in the world do I keep that news to myself?! One year ago today everything changed.
And I know Daddy loves you more than anything...but I've loved you longer ❤️