But that’s not what I want to talk about today. What I want to talk about today is that day 6 months ago. August 12. And why its that day that we measure from.

It was a Wednesday and it didn’t start out well. We were living at my parents house and I was up early getting ready for work and was very emotional. If you asked him Dustin would tell you that this is not unusual and yet it was in its intensity. There was small chance I could be pregnant, a tiny one… minuscule if you asked me. I was a couple days late but given my age and my birth control status I didn’t think it was at all likely. I chalked my emotion up to PMS but couldnt let go of the ‘what if’s’ and the ‘whens’.  So I woke up Dustin and cried to him for an hour about what we would do, just in case. After that I was so late for work that I just called in sick.

I decided to take a pregnancy test. I drove to CVS with the feeling that I was definitely wasting my time and money but knowing that a negative result would at least allow me to move on I went anyway. 15 minutes later I watched as that 2nd blue line appeared, nice and dark, almost immediately.

When I showed Dustin he asked “Are you telling me we’re having a baby?”

I just nodded.

He put his arms around me and hugged me and he stayed like that for a long time. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. I knew how he felt. He was happy, excited, confident and ready.

I was nervous, unsure and disbelieving. But standing there with him I started to feel better. I still didn’t know exactly what we were going to do or how we were going to to do it but I knew that somehow we would work it out together.

And we did.

We have 3 more months before we get to meet this little one and we can’t wait.