A long awaited prayer is finally answered...

Well hello there!! Happy New Year! I hope y'all had a fantastic Christmas and a spectacular New Year...I know that this was one of our best one's yet!

First of all, I just want to thank each and every one of you for your sweet words, congratulations and uplifting overall excitement at the announcement of our big news from last week! It means more than any of you will ever know, and I am more than grateful for this supportive little family that I have here, in blog land. You all hold a special place in my heart and I could never thank you enough!

Obviously my absence has been noticeable around these parts, and I apologize for that...it killed me not to share with y'all this monumental moment in my life as soon as I saw those two pink lines appear on that stick a whopping 11 weeks ago! It took all my self control to not leak the news! 

On top of not making this public until last week, I've been battling some major exhaustion and some pretty nasty nausea...boo! Buuuuut, I have not, nor will I ever complain about any of the symptoms that come with this pregnancy. We have waited, prayed, shed lots of tears and prayed some more for this  and I thank God for each and every symptom I have endured in these past 15 weeks. I gladly welcome them with open arms, knowing that it is simply my tiny babe just growing and thriving inside me...which is still crazy to me to say! 

Anyway, if you haven't already done the math, yes, I am 15 weeks today. Which means I took the long awaited test  on October 20th (the day after my sister's wedding) a mere 11 weeks ago...time has flown and I couldn't be more excited.

So, I promised you last week that I would share the story on how we found out...so, here is the abbreviated version (as to not bore you!)

As you all know, we have been trying to conceive since May of 2012...but not taking medical assistance until May 2013. Which meant 1 round of clomid (with no success) followed by 3 rounds of Fromara (with no success), a dye test to check my tubes for blockage (which led to a clean result), followed by one final round of Fromara at the end of September. Which, after that last round, we had decided to just let things happen on their own if nothing happened. 

Well, as you all remember, my sister got married on October 19th, and I was due to start my cycle on the 18th (the day before her wedding.) Aaron and I had both decided that even if it didn't start, I would wait to test until after the wedding as to not distract myself from my MOH duties, and more importantly, my sister's long awaited big day.

As much as it killed me, I waited. Because the 18th rolled around, and nothing happened. I remember going to bed that night just praying and having this sense of overwhelming peace that something was happening. That we had finally made a baby. 

But, I put all of those thoughts, feelings and emotions on the back burner the next day and a half to celebrate my sister and the new life she was about to begin. And, looking back, I am so glad that I did. I wouldn't do it any other way.

Sunday was spent watching my sister and her husband opening presents, before heading back to Omaha that evening. You better believe the first stop I made when I got into town was to my local walgreens to pick up a few pregnancy tests! I rushed home to my husband sitting on the couch watching football, gave him a quick peck on the cheek before heading to take the test.

I did my deed, put the lid on and set it on the shelf and closed the door. I didn't want to look at it until the "required" 3 minutes were up. I headed back out into the living room, trying to keep myself distracted by playing with Madden, unpacking our bags and starting a load of laundry. Finally, after about 10 minutes, I decided to open the door to see what the stick had to tell me.

I remember grabbing it, eyes closed, with shaking hands, and butterflies in my stomach. When I opened my eyes, I instantly had tears in my eyes. I walked back into the living room, stick in hand, to my husband asking the question "so...what did it say?" Which is when I collapsed into the floor, crying hysterically...he hopped up immediately, to comfort me, saying "it's ok babe. We will keep trying. It will all be ok." I looked up at him, came to my feet and said "no, babe, look!!!! We did it!! I'm pregnant!"

We stood there for what seemed like hours, just hugging and embracing each other, as I cried tears of joy and he smiled bigger than I have ever seen him smile. It was one of the greatest moments of my life, and I will never forget how I felt then and there.

June 26, 2014. The estimated due date of babe #2. So much to look forward to in the next (less than) six months. And I cannot wait to experience each and every minute.

Now I want to open it up to you guys...what questions do you have for me? Any and all questions are welcome! I cannot wait to share all about this pregnancy with y'all as I want you to be a part of the entire journey....so ask away! I am an open book!

Until next time...