Well, word's out... we have a tiny little baby bump growing. Alright, it's a HUGE baby bump. I keep telling myself "you're not fat... you're pregnant"... but it doesn't exactly seem to be helping.
So here is "the scoop" (as my dear mother likes to say).
Back in March, we found out we were pregnant (on accident). I woke up one day and thought to myself "I am stinkin' pregnant". Which actually turned out to be true. So that Sunday morning, we drove down to Duncan and took a pregnancy test at my dad's office. Four tests (and three positive test results) later, I decided to give in to the pregnancy test fairy and admit that I was, in fact, KNOCKED UP.
After the emotional roller coaster we went through that day, things continued to get worse. I was sick all day Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday... then Thursday, I woke up, went to pee, and found I had started to bleed. So four days, seven tests, and six positive test results later, I was beginning to miscarry. I had finally started to warm up to the idea of being a mom... and all that came to a crashing halt four days later. Stephen took me to the emergency room... sure enough, I was miscarrying.
So then several weeks went on, although I was healing emotionally, I was still getting sick, still having sore ta-ta's, still peeing every twenty seconds, and still feeling really tired. So I decided I was going to go to my dad's office and figure out what was wrong with me. After blood work was drawn, I learned I was pregnant.
SERIOUSLY God? Not funny.
So long story short, it's a good possibility that I miscarried a twin. How is this possible? I have no clue. But it is... my little sister Katy (http://girltobride.blogspot.com/) was apparently a twin. It happens. It won't be confirmed until July 8th, but my doctor is pretty convinced.
So now, nine months of being married, nine pregnancy tests, and eight positive results later, we have a tiny little (MASSIVE) baby bump.