Dropping the "P" word...

So I knew something was just not quite right... all the tell tale signs of being pregnant... but the biggest one of all... my monthly friend failed to make an appearance. UH OH! Can this really be happening?? We were going to wait another year but we are married, that is what come next right? Love, then marriage and then the baby carriage. CRAP! As I make a run to the drugstore my head is spinning... it could just be the stress, it could be my new workout routine, I am going to laugh at this later, right?

Fast forward to the next morning.... a + sign really it has got to be wrong, 3 + signs later I realize... how in the hell am I going to tell Aaron? Here comes the hardest part.....

Aaron is shaving in the bathroom and I am sitting on the bed crying... finally during mid shave Aaron asks, "What is wrong with you?" I sputter out, "I am pregnant" Followed by no reaction from Aaron but to step back into the bathroom and continue shaving while I sit there in total shock. He didn't speak for about 20 minutes and when he finally does, "He says what the hell are you crying about it for?"

Well.... "We were going to get another dog, and a bigger house and a trip to Italy next summer. It wasn't how we had planned."

I don't think Aaron talked to me until the following day.

Which now brings me to current day: 13 weeks pregnant and excited... and yes Aaron is getting excited too ;)