"How did you tell Greg?"

HOORAY!!! I am finally feeling better! Tomorrow we are 15 weeks and the horrible 24 hour nausea is finally gone! I will be keeping you all much better posted now (if I could only figure out how to do pictures on this new computer...)

Lots of people who know I love surprises asked how I told Greg that I was pregnant. I suppose I need to start from the very beginning. We've been seeing a fertility specialist for a while now. She had told us that going in for special treatments to help overcome our issues we had a 10% chance of getting pregnant. It had been a while since we had gone in for a treatment - I wanted to wait until all of the adoption paperwork had been submitted so I could be as stress-free as possible. We had decided we would go back for another treatment in May. We had to wait until the beginning of the new cycle for the treatment.

We kept waiting and waiting for that cycle to begin. Finally after two weeks or so of waiting the thought occured to me - "surely I'm not pregnant". I mulled over that for a couple of days before finally deciding to take a pregnancy test. I had tests at home in the ovulation kit I have to use when we go for a treatment. I took it early one Friday morning - while I was waiting I pulled out the paperwork so I would know what the test said - and it didn't match the stick! Now I didn't know what the thing meant. Later that morning I bought another that read "pregnant" or "not pregnant". I took it and it read "pregnant". I called our fertility specialist and was told to come pick up paperwork to take to another facility to have a blood test. By the time I had driven all over town it was 5:00 and I figured I wouldn't get the results until the next morning.

Greg got home about 7:00 and I had wrapped up a onsie I've been saving for this day. For almost the entire time we've been married we've called each other "Boo". Eight years ago I found a onsie that says "Baby Boo" on the front. I put the positive test in with the onsie. He had no idea what was inside. When he opened the tissue paper and saw it he said, "What does this mean?" I said, "I think it means we're pregnant!" The words "What a mighty God we serve" has come to mind several times over the last 10 weeks - He didn't need the fertility specialist help!