How we found out!

Well, it was a Wednesday evening and I had just got home from a long day of work and running errands. I came in to find Colin not home from work yet. I was sort of frustrated and grumpy and decided to have some leftovers for dinner. I searched the entire fridge 3 times for some pasta shells that I had made just a few days earlier. When I didn't locate them I felt like crying! This is what I wanted for dinner and I didn't know how they could already be gone! So, if you know me at all......I settled for a little cereal. :)

In the middle of my bowl of cereal, Colin came home! I explained what had happened and how I almost cried over lost pasta shells! He saved the day by finding them in the freezer (he put them there so they wouldn't spoil like the rest of our left overs!) This little incident may not seem like anything unusual. But, Colin has always said that it would be difficult to recognize pregnancy symptoms because of my headaches, frequent tummyaches, and constant fatigue! He has always discouraged me from getting pregnancy tests at the seemily tiny signs of potential pregnancy.

It just so happened that day on the way home, I was feeling confident in my self diagnosis of pregnancy and bravely stopped at the store to get a pregnancy test. Another thing to add to the frustration.....there were no tests in the entire store! I looked up and down every isle 3 times as well. I thought to myself as I left the store......"this is a sign....it just isn't meant to be!"

This, however, got the gears turning in Colin's head (finally)! He knew that I had been complaining recently of nausea when I would eat. Also, he would tease me that I was too tired to stand in the check-out line with him at the grocery store because I needed to sit on a bench at the front of the store to wait for him. All this, along with the "almost crying over pasta shells," and knowing that I had a doctor's appointment the next day finally convinced him that he needed to take matters into his own hands.

While I was on the phone with a friend, Colin snuck out the garage on his faithful black stallion like a prince in shining armor (ok, it was his turquoise mtn. bike and he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt). He galloped down the street and around the corner to the nearby Walgreens to purchase a pregnancy test for his princess.

He returned to rescue me from my depression with pregnancy test in hand. I had noticed he was gone and was confused about what he was up to. I was a little apprehensive to take the test that night knowing how the day had gone. Again, so bravely, I carefully read the instructions and proceeded to take the test. Well, what do you know... it was neither negative nor positive, but simply a failed attempt. Again I thought, "it just isn't meant to be."

The next morning (the instructions said that mornings were better times to test anyway), we tried again. Thank goodness for my prince in shining armour who bought a multi pack. This time, within seconds I saw the unmistakable + sign. I didn't believe it at first and so I left the room, only to come racing back in to check it again. Tears came to my eyes as I lifted to show Colin that we were going to be parents! May 31st would be a day I would always remember.

We couldn't deny our excitement, but still couldn't quite believe the results. So, skeptical Colin firmly requested that I get a blood test done at the hospital to be certain that we weren't seeing a false positive and getting our hopes up for nothing. A few hours later, I called the lab for my results and was over joyed to hear them confirm "it was positive!" I immediately called Colin at work and more tears were shed... I guess it really was meant to be.