The Pickle, the Indigestion, and the Poppyseed

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.