The Baby Chronicles: LOG2: DAY 1

I woke up early this morning, planning to take a pregnancy test. 95% sure I was, and 95% TOTALLY ok if I was not. Of course my husband and I had talked about it and had planned on getting pregnant this month, but I guess there was a lingering spirit of contentment if God decided that now was not the time (wink, wink).

Well, after peeing on a stick (for the first time in my life), I watched a little plus sign slowly form on a the reader. ENTER: all the emotions: excitement, shock, terror, joy, panic, peace, love, craze... Oh boy...here we go. My life will never be the same. How do I break the news to my husband? Do I wait to tell him? Do I tell him now?

I stepped out of the bathroom and crawled back into bed. It felt like Christmas morning - you know that feeling where everyone else is still sleeping, but you find yourself wishing and waiting for them to wake up so you can unwrap the presents. Well lucky for me, Keno was already somewhat awake, so I nestled next to his body under the covers, and we chatted for a bit about nothing. Nonchalantly I mentioned this year he could celebrate Father's day as a daddy...long pause. 

"You playing with me?" To which I reassured him I was not. He didn't seemed terribly convinced, so I blurted out, "I'm pregnant." ...another long pause.

Was he shocked? Excited? Did he somehow already know? Was he disappointed? Please, say something, already! ...What followed was so unexpected.

Keno started convulsing with excitement, letting out a long screaming, "Yeeeaaaaayyyiiii." To which he there after violently turned over in bed to face me, laid his hands over my stomach, and started prophesying, praying, and extending a blessing on little Judah that would come forth like I had never heard before. 

What a way to start a life, little man.