I was preparing for a consignment sale and started feeling somewhat queasy so I decided to take a pregnancy test. We had just decided the month prior that we were ready to add to our family but I wasn’t sure how long it would take. I took the first test and it came out the very faintest positive I have ever seen, which of course kept me wondering all day. What in the world did that mean?
I went on about my day and met my mom to run errands and drop off my consignment stuff. Our last stop was Walmart and I picked up another box of tests. When I put the boys down for their nap I took another test and sure enough… a slow positive. Still not fully convinced I took the third and finally decided it must be true! I called to tell a friend and vowed to keep it in as a surprise for JR for our anniversary that was in 6 days.
My secret lasted all of 36 hours and I broke down to tell JR Tuesday night. Poor hubby was so tired after waking up at 4am and must have thought I was insane because “I just had to give him his present early and get it on video.”
Two days later we shared the news with our boys. Carter of course has no clue and poor Griffin is going to be disappointed if he has a baby sister. “I want a baby brother, I don’t want a baby sister!”
We were going to drop the boys off for our anniversary staycation so we were able to tell the grandparents then. Everyone was a bit surprised that we really were doing it all over again… but excited