Now that Kim is in Colorado and has told her family in person, I can announce our news to the world...
We're going to have another baby!
As you can imagine, this came as a total shock to us. We never thought we'd ever have a baby on our own without the help of a needle full of hormones, a turkey baster, or an adoption lawyer. If you remember, the whole reason I started this blog was to keep everyone up to date on the adoption process. Now that process will be put on hold.
You are probably wondering, "What on earth happened to make Kim want to take a pregnancy test?" Here's the story:
Kim has been a night shift nurse ever since she graduated. I don't know how she does it, but she can stay up all night at work, come home and get some sleep, and then she's on a regular day schedule again. I think it was finally starting to wear her down. She had the opportunity to switch to day shifts at the hospital, so she snatched it up. She had been on day shift for about a month, but she seemed to be more exhausted than when she was on night shift. We couldn't figure out why. Then on Sunday, August 12th, she felt terrible. She was going to see a doctor the next day, and she knew he would ask her if she had taken a pregnancy test.
I was up at the crack of dawn Monday morning to help pick peaches at the stake orchard. On my way home, I stopped by the grocery store and bought the cheapest pregnancy test I could find. I didn't want to spend a lot of money on something that I knew would just slap our faces with rejection again. I got home, Kim was asleep on the couch, and Owen was watching Scooby Doo. I poured some cereal for myself and Owen, woke Kim up, and handed her the pregnancy test. Owen and I were chowing down on some Frosted Mini Spooners when I heard a soft voice come from the bathroom..."Chris?"
I walked to the bathroom, ready to console Kim for the umpteenth time, and I saw the positive result. Kim said she didn't want to get our hopes up, but that I should probably drive to the store and get another test. After lots of crying, hugging, and screaming, I calmed down enough to find the car keys and drove to the store again. I bought a 3 pack this time. Over the next couple of hours, all 4 tests were lined up with positive results. Everything was confirmed a few hours later with a blood test at the instacare clinic.
I apologize for the lengthy story, but I can't contain my joy right now. We had accepted the fact that we were probably never going to have kids again unless we adopted. Owen was a miracle, because every other time we tried the fertility medication, it failed. Now this baby is a miracle.
So this blog now takes a drastic turn. I will keep everyone up to date with the pregnancy. Who knows? We might still pursue adopting when this is all done. We felt so good about it, we can't just ignore it.
