The Hubby Reveal: Photo Journey

I had to do a double-take.  Make that a triple - no, a quadruple-take.  I had gone into the test thinking that it would be like every other time - one line indicating my body either decided to be late or skip a month.  But that quadruple-take was not me staring at one line. There were two lines on that test. Wait...seriously?!?!  Immediately tears of joy and relief and excitement came flowing out.  The first thing I did after it clicked was pray.  I thanked the Lord for the blessing that He was giving us...the blessing of being parents after a long journey of infertility, doctor's visits, medicines, needles, tests.  



I did not run immediately upstairs to my sleeping husband to wake him up for this awesomeness (not a real word, but I'm making it one).  In fact, when I did go upstairs, I was grateful he was still half asleep so I could fib that it had been negative.  I had a plan --  Instead, I messaged Stacie.  Odd, you may be thinking, but I had a plan.  It was one she and I had discussed multiple times over the previous two years.  The plan was set in motion before I had even fibbed to Brandon about the test result.  Stacie was going to text both of us to say that she had gotten a new lens and wanted to try it out on someone before a session the following day.  Promising only 30 minutes of our evening, Brandon agreed to it as I begged that we hadn't really had good photos taken of us professionally in years.  

After a long five hours of work, followed by a truck ride up to Hutch and back (that was really hard to keep quiet in), we got ready for our quick photo shoot.  The following pictures are the result of this wonderful surprise and beginning to such an amazing adventure. (This will be incredibly long in order to provide you with the picture tour.)  Thank you so much, Stacie, for the photos and the help!!!



















 






















 


 

 

The phone calls and text messages proceeded to the family and close friends. (Sometime, I'll make a post just to have for us that has all of the texts and reactions.)  It has been difficult to not just tell anyone and everyone...so...as you can see - This is still not public news as of today.  On August 24th, I have my first doctor's appointment (which can not get here quick enough).  The following Sunday (27th), we will announce it to our church family.  I'm honestly going to guess that we will also wait to announce it to Brandon's students before we publicly post anything. 

*So far, I'm incredibly tired. Like. All. The. Time.
*My trips to the bathroom have increased a bunch.
*I'm not following in my Momma's footsteps of not having the morning sickness.  It isn't bad though. I just have nausea hit mostly. I do know that I can't eat Thai food, pork chops, brisket, or Twizzlers. 
*I've had a couple of not-so-nice dreams and one "scare" that was a normal thing, but I'm uber paranoid right now because this has been our prayer for so long that I don't want anything to happen.
*And...I wouldn't trade anything for this.


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