Hi There! If you missed Part One of “The Journey Begins” you can find it here.

When I went to work that morning after taking a pregnancy test with an ever so slight second line, I began convincing myself that Andrew was right….the line was faint so maybe it wasn’t actually a positive. On the way home from work, I stopped and bought not one….not two….but $27 dollars worth of pregnancy tests. I bought pink dye tests, blue dye tests, really cheap tests, and those overpriced but also worth every penny digitals tests. I am what you would call a typical enneagram six. A worry wart. or, as I like to call it: prepared.

Andrew got off work early that day and met me at home. I went to our master bathroom and laid out one of each type of test and, well…peed in a paper cup. Once I had “activated” all of the tests, I sat them on the counter, set a timer for 3 minutes and started pacing. About one minute in, I remember realizing that there was a good chance this moment was about to change my life so I quickly dropped to my knees right there on the bathroom floor and said a prayer. I thanked God for Andrew and prayed that, if it were His will, these tests would be positive. I promised Him I’d love the baby and raise him or her to know Him.

Being the ever so patient person I am, I peeked at the time on my phone and still had a minute left. I paced another 15 seconds or so before deciding to just go ahead and look. All four tests had the same results: pregnant. I stood there for what felt like an eternity in absolute shock. I remember thinking “I’m the only one that knows about you right now, little baby” and feeling how special that was.

Andrew was in the living room so I grabbed my phone and started recording. I walked out, sat on the couch and showed him the tests. He was in SHOCK. We laughed and soaked it in for a few minutes. We decided to go to dinner at one of our favorite spots, Miller’s Grocery, to celebrate. Of course, we saw so many people we knew but we kept our little secret safe. After dinner, we went to Walmart and bought our sweet baby a little pair of fuzzy moccasins since we had estimated he or she would be born in December or January.

That weekend, we told our parents and told our siblings over the following week. They were all over joyed. We waited until our first ultrasound in mid-June to tell the rest of the world just to make sure everything was okay. Seeing that sweet little baby blob on the screen was so surreal. We saw the little heart flicker and saw it’s little arms wiggling around. We joked that it was dancing for the camera. I had already fell in love with that sweet baby long before I saw it on the screen but that made it so much more real. Once we knew everything was looking good and our baby was healthy and growing, we told the world our news: Our family was growing and baby love was due on our third wedding anniversary in January 2020.