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.
I’ve been asked a few questions, so I will answer them now for all to read: We were kind of planning this. We stopped preventing it in January and had the mind set that if it happens, it happens and if it doesn’t, it doesn’t. I do not know my due date. I will find out May 27th and I will let you know. I want to know the sex of my baby. I have had no morning sickness. I just get bad indigestion and headaches at night.
My mother would like to have a blog poll for her grandmother name. Currently, we call her MeMaw as a joke and she refuses to be called anything “grandmotherish.” I will be talking with her soon to get options for her name and will get back with you to see what you think is the best name for my mom. If you don’t know her, she still acts like a kid and laughs really hard any chance she gets. MeMaw or anything of the sort will NEVER fit her, even when she is 103 years old.
If you are wondering about the purpose of the title…I ate a pickle a couple weekends ago. I have never put a pickle in my mouth but I had my eye on that pickle and had to have it. I’m not craving pickles, I just haven’t been able to get my mind off that pickle. That pickle and my horrible indigestion that makes my entire torso feel like it’s on fire were the evidence for being pregnant, before I ever took the test. I can’t eat onions or anything thing with onions in it. And, Poppyseed…that’s how we refer to our sweet little gift. Assuming I’m 6 weeks along (updates from babycenter.com), Poppyseed’s heart is beating. Ahh…that makes me ecstatic and so humbled, to think that this little being inside of me already has a beating heart 🙂 Unbelievable. Now, let’s just hope that the HPT’s are reliable because I have now told the world 🙂
**Update–we want twins. Preferably 2 boys, we have names picked out. But this is probably highly unlikely.