Wednesday evening, August 4th, I was just finishing getting all dolled up to go out with the girls one last time before I moved to Philly with Evan, when I lost all energy and started praying my friends would cancel. By this time, I had already been having "crazy" dreams, feeling poorly and was late by a few days. Light switched on and I ran to the market to grab the tests. Lo & behold, two pink lines. One was faint but it made two.
(You can barely see it!)
(The second test I took the next morning.)
A burst of energy woke me right up. I wanted to tell Evan right away but he was in camp & fast asleep by now. The girls came by as planned and we went out for a night on the town! The "glow" I had all night, wasn't shimmer, it was the uncontrollable swag I had and smile I couldn't wipe off.
The next morning I woke up to Evan's 6:00 AM wake up call, My 3:00 AM wake up call, said "I love you" and went right back to sleep. Deciding not to share the news while in dreamland, I waited till he called after his first practice.
Evan know's me so well. He called via Skype and after some hellos I said.. "So... I want to....umm" He cut me off almost instantly and bluntly told me "You're pregnant." Smiles flew over both of our faces and I began to see a side of Evan I would have never thought existed. He began cooing and awing and talking about a little baby monster/monsteret.
I guess I've questioned if I should have waited to tell him till I saw him a few days later, by doing something extremely blog-able and adorable. But I really like how we did things... so 2011.
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