How It Came to Be...

I'm sure that by now you've either seen or heard about our exciting news...yes, we are having another baby...yes, already...no, it wasn't exactly planned. So, now that you know we ARE expecting, the big question is how-no no no no no! Not really HOW (I mean I don't think you want those details, do you?), but how we found out, how we feel about it, etc.

While I was doing the play, I spaced a lot of things-I spaced one of my best friends coming home from Arizona for a few days, I spaced my cousin's birthday, and I spaced doing laundry. I also spaced the fact that I was late. I honestly didn't think about it and then when I finally did, I thought it was just due to being around so many women (that can throw your body for a loop, you know). I finally dismissed that theory when after 2 weeks, I was still late (this would have been the 2nd Friday of the show). When I realized how late I was, I bought a home pregnancy test (digital, so the results were more clear cut) and took it that afternoon while Ethan was napping. I walked away from it and threw a load of laundry in because I was so sure it was going to be negative! I came back to it and looked-PREGNANT! WTF?????? This can't be! I started freaking out, swearing, pacing, holding the pee-covered stick in disbelief! "What are we going to do? I don't have enough vacation time built up yet, it's going to be born during the school year, I just packed away my maternity clothes, etc." Suddenly, though, it all made sense-why I was late, why I'd been tired, why I'd been nauseous (again, I thought I was tired from the 11pm nights of rehearsal/performances and the nausea-I thought it was because I didn't always eat before a show). I called the doctor and made an appointment for Monday afternoon to confirm everything.

After that, I called Mark at work (who had no idea, mind you, that I was taking this test. I hadn't really seen him much that week, due to rehearsal/performances). "Hello," he said. "Hi hon! It's me." "What's up?" he asked me. (What's up...a lot....) "Well, I'm late so I decided to take a home pregnancy test, and it's positive." ..................."Uh....really? Are you sure it's not a false positive?" So, Mark had a hard time believing it, too!

We sat on it all weekend and eagerly waited for our doctor's appointment on Monday. Meanwhile, Ethan got roseola, so I had to call and make him an appointment. When I called, I asked to make an appointment for around the same time mine was (2pm). "Yeah, actually, we were going to be giving you a call in a little while. Your doctor is sick today, so we will have to reschedule your appointment." Really? When? Tomorrow? "The soonest we can get you in is next Monday at 2:45." Are you kidding me? I can't wait until then! I begged with them to fit me in sooner to no avail. Besides, I needed to confirm pregnancy so I could know if Ethan's rash was something that could be harmful to me or the baby....it still didn't work-aside from them putting me on with the patient help line. How are they going to help me if a). we don't even know if I'm pregnant or not, and b). we don't even know what the rash is??? Grrrr....

I took Ethan in and got him diagnosed with roseola. While in with him, I talked to his pediatrician about everything who assured me that I was indeed pregnant, but that I should try to get in and get it confirmed to put my mind at ease. I then talked to my favorite receptionist, Michelle, who got me in with the OB/GYN I'm not fond of, but at that point I didn't care. I just wanted to know.

I went and did the standard pregnancy test, but was nervous. After all, Ethan didn't show up on a standard test right away...we had to do a blood test to confirm it with him. Not so for #2. They called me back to a patient room, took my stats, and said, "Is this the same result that you got?" I looked-POSITIVE. "Yep, that's what I got." So then the doctor came in a while later and got some more info. He said based on my information and test results that I was already 6 weeks along (wow...with Ethan we were only 3-4 weeks when we found out). He also suggested making an appointment within a week or two to do an ultrasound. I made my appointment for August 10 @9am and left. As we left, though I was still nervous, I was getting excited. I knew that God wouldn't give us anything we couldn't handle...besides, Michelle put it best when she said to me, "Jess, being in the profession I'm in...I see people who try and try to have babies and can't. Though it's not when you planned, be thankful. It will all work out."

Which brings us to today...Mark and I are both getting more and more excited by the day. We still have things that we worry about, but those will always be there...and we realize that while this baby was a surprise, it is by no means a mistake! It is a blessing-a blessing that we are all eagerly anticipating!