The Order of Events

Here is a story for you. All pictures are at the end. You have to read through the order of events, as it occurred for me, to understand my mindset and hear about what has happened to me from my point of view! Sorry, this is a long post.

It happened like this.

Sarina calls me on a Wednesday night at 6:30.
"Michelle, will you come over here?" she asks panically.
Because of the tone, no question for me, "Yes, what's going on!?"
"Just please come, now."

So I went, truly having NO idea what I was in for because Sarina never asks for anything. I was just hoping she wasn't implicating me in anything she would then want me to keep from Miles. (Turns out I did have to try to lie to Miles about what occurred once I arrived at their house, but only for a few hours and without success, really.)

When I walked in, Sarina is shaking and almost crying. She has a manic smile on her face, and is holding a stick out to me. It's a pregnancy test - a positive pregnancy test.

Well, the rest of the events of that evening include me realizing why I know this before Matt (he had just left for a Ranger game and would be potentially gone for hours), driving Sarina to buy a ridiculous amount of more pregnancy tests (that each in turn came up positive, as well), and laughing at Sarina and trying to convince her that she was pregnant (she thought she definitely had eaten too much chicken or had cancer).

The next day, I went with her to get a blood test (you know she still didn't believe it, even with the doctor telling her) and, of course, by Buy Buy Baby.

This day was a day that I was full of advice about pregnancy and babies and full of scorn at her worries and fears. I was full of excitement for Matt and Sarina and their new lives that were beginning. I was full of joy for a new life, a new niece or nephew.

Fast forward to three weeks later. Matt and Sarina have just shared their news with their parents. Miles is still adjusting to the idea of his brother becoming a Dad. I am still full of all sorts of knowledge, of course!

I am still full of advice and excitement, and I know oh so much about this baby stuff...

until the night I make a panicky call, from my bathroom, to Miles in the living room.

To his credit, he was ready. He had a shoe in his hand in case it was a roach or a spider, and a paper towel to scoop up one of those baby geckos, if that was the case. He was ready!

However, I had a different need this time. I needed to tell him that I had just taken a pregnancy test to ease my conscious, but that it had come up positive!

All of that knowledge, and stuff I was certain of, flew out the window. I had been full of it - literally and figuratively, I now realized. Now, I was full of worries and fears. I was full of uncertainty.

Miles helped me calm down, and I slowly came to terms with all of the sudden knowing nothing. I mean it - that was the immediate feeling for me. I knew nothing, and it scared me to death.

Being on the other side of a positive pregnancy test was exciting and full of joy and knowledge. That is what I was used to. That side. This side was scary, shocking, and daunting.

Fast forward, eight more weeks.

I am thirteen weeks pregnant this week. We have experienced so much joy in the discovery of this baby, in the sharing of our news, in the excitement of what's to come.

We are beyond ecstatic to be sharing this time and experience with Matt and Sarina. We love that our babies will be the same age.

I've had two great doctor's appointments, with everything looking good. This past week, I had the best experience yet, in hearing the heartbeat. It's beginning to feel real and normal to be pregnant.

Miles and I are truly overjoyed about the baby and feeling what first-time expectant parents can probably all relate to at this time in the pregnancy.

But, guess what I still know, now!? I know nothing!!


Here are some pictures from the past 13 weeks.

It took me the course of a week and five tests to believe I was pregnant. Yes, I have apologized to Sarina for making fun of her disbelief.



The night we told our parents (6 weeks pregnant).


Sarina shocked and excited at the doctor. She is about two and half weeks ahead of me!







The cutest moccasins ever and the only thing we've bought for the baby, haha! (bought on our Manitou Springs vacation)


Getting kind of fat...can't stop eating! It's not really the baby, yet, but I will blame the baby for being voraciously hungry. I was about 10 weeks pregnant here.