Breaking the news...

So, there I was sitting on the bathroom floor....recently taken (and positive) pregnancy tested wrapped back in it's packaging and hidden in the back of the bathroom cabinet....could I really be pregnant and how am I going to tell Chad?!?! After (unsuccessfully) trying to convince Chad all summer that we should get started on the baby making, I'm now possibly pregnant and completely freaked out. I had been talking to Amy the previous day, and (keep in mind she has been pushing for me to get pregnant since she found out she was having Adeline last year) she asked when I was going to tell her I wasn't pregnant this month. This got me thinking....when was I supposed to start again? I missed work on Wednesday because I'd been feeling extra nauseated...nothing new after a year of stomach issues. When I got to work on Thursday, I consulted my calendar and realized I was a day late...again, nothing out of the blue in my world...it's regular to not be regular. I start thinking on the way home about the upcoming weekend full of holiday parties and decide to take a test just to be sure so that I can put it out of my mind. I stopped by Walgreens, purchased a 2 pack of tests and headed home. Once there I took the first test. Fully expecting it to be negative, I left it on the counter and went to check my email. When I stopped back through to check on it, there was a faint positive line. I sat on the ground and watched it grow a little darker...then proceeded to wrap it back in the packaging and hide it. I called Amy (she is who I refer to first for all things medical) to find out the likelihood of a false positive, when she didn't answer I consulted the Internet and called my sister, Trish. I also began drinking what seemed like gallons of water so I could try to test again. My body didn't cooperate and Chad was home. I felt bad keeping anything from him, but was nervous to how he might respond. Granted we hadn't been very careful the past month, but we both knew that the timing couldn't be worse for a baby...ski trip coming up in March, I didn't want to be fat all summer long, no maternity leave at work with a due date of roughly when school starts back up. I decided just to get it out and tell him. I started with, "I think I might be pregnant." and when he asked why, I said "I'm a couple of days late." He said something to the effect of "no big duel, we'll figure it out when it comes to it." So, then I added "...and I took a pregnancy test when I got home from work and it was positive." Chad laughed, gave me a hug and kiss....then encouraged me to take the other test. I waited until I had to pee again, and ended up with another faint line. We ate dinner, and then went to Walgreen's for another test (I explained that I would take it in the morning because that's what the package says to do). We got home and Chad encouraged me to take one more before bed. Not wanting to mess with faint lines, I bought the digital pregnant/not pregnant test...the result was almost immediate 'pregnant.' So, now we have 3 positive pregnancy tests....and a lot of family and friends to share the news with.


So I will always remember Thursday, December 4th, as the day I received my Garmin GPS from Amazon.com. I know what you're thinking: "Chad, why do you need a GPS? You're like a walking compass." Well, I routinely fall in the traps of trendy technology and marketing ploys. I arrived home that evening after just completing the highlight of my day, the 90 minute commute. I walked into the house saying "Dude, Tracy, come look how cool this Garmin is. It can tell me where I am, it can locate hotels, it can love, it can even...." That's when I noticed Tracy standing with a look of concern. My immediate thought was that she had broken my 2006 Rose Bowl DVD and she was going to have a new black-eye to explain to the neighbors. Luckily, it was something far less serious. Tracy proceeded to relay that she had just tested positive on 2 preggers tests. Up until this point, I had no idea that she was even late or that this was something that she had thought was occurring. Still, I became excited, we hugged, and she kissed me (reminding me of how drop dead gorgeous she finds me).

Several thoughts began swirling in my head. When will this zygote be born? Would my child prefer to play in the NFL or be a rockstar? Hasn't Tracy been drinking a handle of Tequila a night for the past 6 months? If it's a boy, will we name him Darren Woodson Sones? If it's a girl, will we name her Toni Romo Sones? If it's a hermie, will we name it Michael Hutchison Sones? It's a truly exciting time and that's the day I began my long journey into fatherhood.