I am sick for a week. I feel like I have the flu. I go to the Doctor. She asks when my last period was. I have to think about it...yes, I say - It's a couple of days late. Weird... I agree to a blood test.
I go home. Scared to break the news to Jaime. Not because he would be upset. Just because we were planning on going on one last trip in 2010 before trying to conceive.
I tell Jaime that I needed to get a blood test and that the doctor thinks I might be pregnant. He sits silently. He takes a shower. A few minutes later, he tells me to come to the bathroom. I do. He tells me that he is excited and that he loves me - he's just nervous. I tell him I understand. We agree to wait for the results of the blood test.
The next day we're at Lowe's looking for Christmas decorations since it's our first Christmas in our first home. I get the call from the doctor confirming that I am 2-3 weeks pregnant. I look over at Jaime and just say "2-3 weeks". He turns to me and says "2-3 weeks until we find out?" and I say, "no, I'm 2-3 weeks pregnant". He then hugs me and kisses me on the forehead and says congratulations. I start crying I am so happy. Overwhelmed with joy and happiness.
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