Monday Memory: "you're pregnant?"

Around this time last year Patrick was asking me that question at 2am. Well, actually, it was a month from now, but last June I became pregnant with Reese. I didn't find out until I was nearly 7 weeks along as I was on birth control pills and my son was ONLY SIX MONTHS OLD! You can imagine the shock.. I am a planner. A big one. This was not on my calendar, until THIS summer. That was my 1st warning I am not in control. 

When I found out I was pregnant, again, for the 2nd time in less than a year and a half... I about passed out. Patrick was in Alaska, working hard building a home on his family's river front property. He had been gone for 2 weeks, home for one, and gone for another 2. While he was gone I headed up north with Will to visit some very good friends. When I returned home, I realized something wasn't right, ran to the store and took 2 tests. Within a matter of millaseconds I was staring at a bright, blue + sign. "This can't be right" I thought to myself. I went back to the store and grab another test. The first one had to be a bad test, right? 

NO. The new test gave me that same bright, blue + sign. 

Enter: panic. I didn't know what to think, as I was staring at a blue + sign and my 6 months old asleep in his crib. I started counting on my fingers how many months apart they would be. Thinking if I was just newly pregnant at about 4 weeks, at least they would be 16 months apart. That's close enough to a year and half, I thought to myself. That's not so bad. I was planning on 2 years so 1.5 isn't too far off. Wrong. Patrick was due home in a couple of days and I felt the need of more blue + sign confirmation than these bad tests were giving me. I called my Dr., who I had just set up an annual appointment with for December and requested a blood test. I just needed another confirmation, after 3 pregnancy tests. I will never forget the phone call back with the blood test results. I was in Tall Mouse (craft store) with Will. I answered my cell phone and the conversation went something like this: 

Dr. "Hi Erynn, we received your blood test results back.  You are very, very pregnant."

E: deep breath, exhale "What does that mean? How pregnant?"

Dr: "By these numbers, I am guessing 7-8 weeks." 

E: "Really? Wow." deep breath, louder exhale  "Wow. Ok. Wow, my son is 6 months. Wow."

Dr: "I guess we will be seeing you before December!"

And then she proceeded to schedule an ultrasound for August. Patrick was to be home the next day or two and I didn't want to tell him over the phone. I hurried around and looked for something for Will to wear to share the big news with Patrick. I was hoping to find a "I'm going to be a big brother" tee but the only things in Will's size were "Lil Bro" tees. Of course, he was only 6 months old. Usually the 6 month olds are the little bros, not the big bros! Not in our house! So I decided my only option was to make my own. I used puffy paint and made my own with a blank white onesie. At 2am Patrick finally made it home and Will was fast asleep on our bed wearing his breaking news onesie. I told him to read Will's onesie. He read it out loud, "I'm going to be a big boy." Followed with, "I know you are going to be a big boy, Will." I said, "No babe, read it again." He re-read it out loud again. He looked at me across the bed and asked, "You're pregnant?" I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. I sort of nodded my head and smiled as he ran over to give me a big hug. Phew. I knew he'd be excited. So glad that went the way it did. Now, we just had to spill the beans to the 'rents.. to be continued..