Ok, so I won't make this terribly long or boring, at least I'll try not to.
I was at work and I was complaining of cramping and being late, I know, too much info! But blogs are like journals right? So anyways, the doctor I was working with suggested I take a prego test. I laughed. He was serious. He turns into my doctor over the next 9 months! I entertained him and agreed. I went to his office and took the test. I sat waiting while the nurse did the test on my pee! She was what we call, a "sweet spirit," so she was taken back when the first thing she heard from my mouth as she sat excited to tell me the test was positive, was "Oh Shiz!" Lol! I had taken the test to prove that I wasn't, not that I was or could be! That was a LONG drive home by myself! I froze! For 3 weeks I didn't tell Dan. I didn't know how to. Plus, they could tell me if I was "really" prego. One day I was, the next no heart beat, the next maybe, then, YES! I wanted to tell Dan,"I'm prego", not "I might be", or"My test is positive, but they don't know for sure". I know, some don't agree with what I did, but welcome to Chanel's brain and way of doing things.
I made two onesies, one that said "OMG" and the other saying "WTF". When Dan got into the shower I put the WTF one on his towel, and the OMG one on the bed. The ultrasound on the table so it would be the first thing he'd see when he would walk out of the room. There I sat waiting! You should have seen his face! Priceless!
But here was the challenge! I was 4 weeks away from going to Africa! I had worked my a*$ off for the humanitarian trip to Kenya for HART. 9 days of surgery, and 9 days of playing in Egypt! Too many people would have had opinions of if I should go to Africa, when my doctors had already cleared me to go. That's all I was worried about, them and what Dan thought. So off to Kenya and Egypt we went! And what an adventure!
