August 14, 2012... (I wrote this the day we found out I was pregnant.)
Oh, this day.
On this day, my name became Mommy.
Maybe not officially. And certainly not yet to this five week-old mustard seed I'm growing. But the moment I saw the word "Pregnant" appear on the screen, something in my heart shifted. As I dropped to the floor in the bathroom, tears of joy streaming down my face, I swear I felt my heart expand to make room for all the love that was sure to come flooding in.
Micah seemed scared to get his hopes up, since it was still so early, but I finally convinced him that the likelihood of a false positive was extremely low and that we really were probably going to have a baby. As the news began to sink in, we hugged and laughed and thanked our lucky stars and marveled at the fact that we were going to be parents.
We both had to head off to work, and so to work I went, floating on a cloud. I couldn't even begin to tell you what I did at work today. I just know that I had the most ridiculous grin on my face all day long. And apparently so did Micah.
Yep, definitely and completely pregnant.
And I can feel it too. I'm nauseated and utterly exhausted (although maybe that's just a result of the nonstop flow of adrenaline coursing through my body all day long).
It's still very early (not even five weeks!), so I am trying to guard my heart.
But goodness gracious, I am elated. And in a state of disbelief. This is a blessing to top all blessings, and He is good.
So very good.