It's Announcement Time!

With Valentine's Day dawning tomorrow, love and even a hint of springtime in the Nashville air, and 12 weeks now under my belt, I do believe it's announcement time, y'all...



We're EXPECTING!



Baby T will be debuting in August, and Mr. T and I could not be more excited, amazed, overwhelmed, anxious, and absolutely delighted with the news Santa brought us on a little Clearblue Easy stick just three days before Christmas. Talk about a Christmas we will never forget and the best present EVER!



So allow me to set the scene...



It was a bitterly cold Wednesday night (which we've had our fair share of this winter around these parts), and Mr. T had surprised me with tickets to see the very last show of Garth Brooks concert series downtown that he put on to benefit flood relief from the May 2010 flood. As if I don't love Mr. Brooks enough already - we did choose "To Make You Feel My Love" as our first dance, after all - this concert truly made me adore the man. We had just gotten home from work and before I headed upstairs to change, I ever-so-casually mentioned to Mr. T I was a few days late for "Aunt Flo's" arrival. I had been thinking that afternoon at work I should probably take a test soon since we would be heading home for Christmas in a few days, but for some reason, I made the impromptu decision this was the night. And was it ever...



After doing my business on the stick and carefully laying it on the side of the bathtub for the two- minute-which-feels-like-two eternities waiting period, I actually found myself saying a little prayer that if He thought we were ready, then to let us be blessed with a positve. He must have thought it was time. I looked down (ok,in truth I had probably been staring a hole in it ever since I finished that prayer) and an ever-so-faint positive sign pops on the screen. Now let me stop here and say that Mr. T points out that I like to keep my expectations low whenever possible, just so that I can be pleasantly surprised rather than overly disappointed. I guess it's just my nature. So in true fashion, I convince myself it's not really a positive in the span of calling down to Mr. T to please come upstairs and him actually arriving to see it for himself. I actually probably said something like "Oh my gosh, get up here NOW" but it's all kind of a blur. He takes a look at the stick, then at the instructions, then back at the stick, all the while I'm saying "Surely that's not a positive. Is that a positive? No way that's a positive." and he's got eyes as big as saucers and goes, "Babe. I think that's a positive." See, the problem is that those little rascals are tricky, and though I had a very distinct vertical line (which is the only one you're supposed to be looking for) I had a very faint horizontal line. Well, you know what comes next. Mr. T and I throw on our shoes and hop in the car to go to our neighborhood Walgreens and get the test we should have started with: the one that dumbs it down for you and says "Pregnant" or "Not Pregnant." The whole way I'm chugging water so I can take that bad boy the minute we get back to the house, and surprisingly I had plenty of "fluid" to take not just one, but two tests. Which both read, with beautiful, amazing clarity, a definitive "Pregnant." At that point I decided I could finally believe it, and I promptly squealed and we busted out the camera.



So now, we have proof of those blessed sticks...

And also our first photo as parents, which just so happens to be right before we went in for that spectaular concert...

I would love to tell more about how this first trimester has been treating me, but it's late and my early bedtime is calling me. But I will say I have never known a tired like this. Or nausea like this. But most assuredly, I have never known love like this either. We're having a BABY!