How it all began

I guess I need to back up a few weeks and explain how two even became three. Rick and I knew we would want kids very soon after we got married. I work with kids and he is so awesome with the little ones and we just knew we were ready to be parents. Plus, as cheesy as it may sound, when you meet the love of your life you can only imagine how amazing it will be to have a baby together.

In November we went to meet with my doctor and told her that we wanted to start talking about having a baby. She simply told us to "have fun" for a year and then come back if nothing was happening. So we took it as we were going to see if it was meant to be. And who knew that less than a month later we would get pregnant! My doctor gave us the "Way to go guys," when we went in for our first ultrasound hehe.

So how did I find out? Well needless to say I will never forget January 22, 2012. It was a Sunday and the only plans we had were for dinner with Rick's parents. I remember I couldn't make myself get up. Pajamas all day and watching bad reality shows were about the only thing I could handle doing. Pitiful, I know. I had slept all weekend and wanted to just continue sleeping through the week. I just assumed I was exhausted from work. I also didn't understand why the thought of alcohol made me cringe. Sunday Funday right? Wrong. Even the smell of it made me gag.

I finally MADE myself take a shower because I had the typical Sunday errands to run. I remember Rick's advice(gotta love a man's words of wisdom) of, "Go get some coffee. You're always tired." But even that sounded just nasty. I headed to CVS for my typical hair product re-stock and then the thought occurred to me. Could I really be? Was that what it was? And then I remember my doctor telling me one of the biggest initial symptoms would be exhaustion. An exhaustion like never before.I grabbed a not so typical item of my usual CVS stop and headed home.

Rick was outside when I got home. I couldn't wait any longer. I headed to take the test and never had felt so many emotions in my life. One line...two lines. The sap I am started crying immediately. I ran outside with the test and Rick didn't know what was going on (the tears yet accompanied with a huge smile I guess threw him off) I asked him, "How many lines are on here?" You gotta love my husband and his witty response of, "Well how many are supposed to be on there?" He then reassured me that there were two lines. So now what? What if it's a flook? What if the second test was negative. I was terrified to take the second one and it not be positive. Suck it up, Lindsey. So I did and there were two on the next one as well!!!

The nut that I am needed just one more to be sure. After all, you can't just depend on one brand right? haha. What if First Response was the wrong response? Back to CVS we went. Needless to say that bad boy (or girl) popped up instantly...

The sweetest word a girl could ever read!