Brent jokes and says that I wish that I was a part of the Gosselin family (Jon and Kate Plus 8) instead of my own and that is SO not true. But, like Kate said in last night’s episode, I have been invited into their home every Monday night for so long. So, if you care to know my opinion, here goes:
Surely all of you know by now, but in case you are out of the loop…my eggo is preggo! We suspected it Saturday before Mother’s Day but didn’t take a HPT until Monday morning (11th). I was so excited and anxious, that when I woke up at 5am (about 45 minutes earlier than I normally get up), I had no problem getting out of bed. Brent, however, was still asleep. When I realized it was positive, I jumped on the bed and woke Brent up. He was so disoriented. I was shaking the test in his face, not able to say anything. My poor husband is nearly blind without glasses/contacts and didn’t know what the stick in front of his face was. I finally got out the words, “It’s a pregnancy test.” And he woke up real quick and very excitingly said, “Does it have 2 pink lines?” And I screamed, “YES!” And my excitement turned into sadness quickly because Brent was flying to St. Louis that day until Thursday. On Tuesday, I took another HPT just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things and it was still positive. After work, I made my way over to Hobby Lobby to buy some scrapbooking supplies. I made homemade cards for both sets of parents that said, “I may be as tiny as a poppyseed, but in January you will be able to hold me in your arms. Can’t wait to meet you! Love, Baby VK.” They didn’t get them until Thursday, so I had to keep my mouth shut tight for 4 days. It was extremely difficult. I put on the envelope “open as a family.” We already knew that Teresa (my MIL) had gotten hers, so I impatiently called my mom to see if she got any mail from us that day. She had, but was waiting for my dad and brother to get home so they could open it together. They had plans to go to my former youth pastor’s house that night for senior dinner, so she took the card there. Meanwhile, Brent and I went to Buffalo Wild Wing’s for dinner. My mother called me in the middle of dinner so I could be on the phone when they opened the card…after all, it did say “open as a family.” So I heard this rustling of paper and then a blood curdling scream from my mom. Apparently she was haording the card because my brother and dad were saying, “What?” “What does it say?” “What’s going on?” ” Why are you screaming?” My dad saw the word “poppyseed” and thought it was some new recipe and couldn’t figure out why she was screaming that loud and that long about a new recipe. She finally shared the news with them and for the rest of the conversation, I had no idea what anyone said because I was on speakerphone and all I heard was screaming. I made it very clear that NO ONE could put anything on Facebook until I had updated my status. That was the cue that I had called all family members. And that is how I spent the next 2 hours, calling family to let them know the good news.
We cleaned out the garage about 2 months ago, but had no where to put the junk that we needed to throw away (cardboard boxes, lighting fixtures, appliances, bookshelves, etc) so we left it in the middle of the garage. Brent rented a Uhaul truck today and, since he only works half a day of Fridays, he spent the afternoon loading up the Uhaul with all our junk. As I’m standing in my classroom playing rhythm sticks with my kids, I see an old Uhaul pull up in the parking lot…no surprise, it was my sweet husband coming to pick me up so we could go unload our junk at the county dump. The Uhaul had to be the oldest one on the lot, the A/C was broken, and the side mirrors didn’t move. I felt like a redneck, especially when I had to run into Publix in a nicer part of town to get cash back (the dump only takes check or cash, just FYI) and I was picked up in a loud Uhaul. The smell was not too bad; however, something about knowing where the smell was coming from made the smell awful. I think the same smell anywhere else wouldn’t have even been noticed, but I was walking on and smelling someone else’s trash. Pretty disgusting. It was my first trip to the dump, and I must say that if I have to go to the dump, I mine as well go with Brent and call it a date. Nauseatingly romantic.
First of all, let me apologize for the lack of blogging lately. I have no excuse, I just haven’t been interested.