On this day in history...

B and I started TTC (trying to conceive) back in November 2009. There were several months during this time that I was late and got all excited and peed on a couple sticks, only to see 1 line instead of 2 and have my heart drop as were back to trying for another month. Now I'm not going to get all "woe is me" because we tried for 7 months. We have several friends TTC right now and are having a much more difficult time than us so I'm quick to count our blessings. However it was still hard each month. So in July 2010 I was slow to get excited when I was about a week late. In fact it hadn't really even occurred to me yet. Every year, B and his dad go up to Joliet, IL for a nascar race (don't even get me started) the weekend after the 4th of July. Last year they thought it would be fun for ALL of us to go. I kept insisting it really wasn't necessary but the tickets were bought so it was a done deal. B went up early with his dad and for some reason I couldn't go until Saturday. So Friday night I was hanging out in Champaign with B's sister who also happens to be a B (not THAT kind of B) so I'll just call her by her name, Britany. After we ate dinner we went to Target and while there I happened to mention I was about a week late but thought it was just because I was stressed or something. She got all excited and said "buy a test and take it here!!" I said, "meh...I'll do it but you're going to be disappointed because I've had this happen before" I knew not to get my hopes up but I usually did anyway. For some reason this time I didn't have high hopes at all. So there I sat, in the Target bathroom as they were announcing they were closing in 10 minutes peeing on yet another stick. I waited for it to show the usual 1 line.....wth there were 2 lines. TWO LINES?! It was pretty light though so I told Britany to "get the heck out here and look at this" so she did and we looked for awhile and contemplated. We came to the conclusion another test was in order so we drove to Walgreens, picked up a digital one that says either "pregnant" or "not pregnant" and a bottle of water so I could chug it. Here's a pic of test #1:

We went back to Britany's house and after a few minutes I was ready to pee on #2. This one turned pretty quick and told me I was "pregnant" I squealed and then sat on the bathroom floor for a second to process. Britany's hubby was also there so we had to tell him because he assumed one of us was knocked up. He was thankful it was me. After that we drove to Meijer to look at baby clothes (naturally...I mean it's only 11:00 at night...why not?) I knew I didn't want to tell B on the phone so I had to wait ALL night and most of the day Saturday before I could tell him. I got like zero sleep that night as my head was going like non-stop. By the time we got up to Joliet, I had taken 4 tests and I had them all in a Ziploc baggie to show B (creative I know). As soon as I got a second alone with him I whipped out my baggie filled with my pee and showed it to him. It took him a second (you get a little dumber when you're at a nascar race. and I will not apologize for that statement ever) and he looked and me and said "you're pregnant?!" I was too excited for a sarcastic remark. So as much as I hate HATE to say it, nascar has a special place in my heart. Ew. But that was where I got to tell B he was going to be a baby daddy and he was so excited. Here's a pic of us after he knew:I was so unaware at this point how many times in the next 3 months I would be tossing my cookies and feeling like pure shiz. I was also completely unaware how much I would love such a little tiny nugget. It was a good pregnancy...easy. Minus the fat lady feet I obtained at the end and my stomach being stretched an ungodly amount. All worth it for my little man:

Oh, and it probably shouldn't come as a surprise that between the time I found out I was preggers and my first dr. appt. I took AT LEAST a dozen tests. I can't tell you how many times B got mad at me for buying another one. I just had to me sure....every single day. Is anyone really surprised my son is so high maintenance?